The Silent Sword (April 2,1997)
Who Am I...?
long from setting sun,
Comes forth from things undone.
What is sky without blue,
What is pain without you?
Tell the tree she is not tall,
Hear defiant screams and calls.
Crows bury lying words
That kill and eat away at mirth.
In the muggy morn,
Diffuse the ghastly
Speak not with language
Listen closely for things
Reach for truth beneath
Do not touch the need
Fear the rain once
Drown in water
And life succumbs.
A pebble erodes from the
Slowly but soon the truth
Questions arrive when the wind has borne,
Wafting whispers of deadened doors.
Asking soul of the life before,
Awaiting replies, but why, what for?
Ripped and sliced from haunting ghouls,
Gripped, enticed by loving fools.
Sing of wrong and talk of past,
Let these words become my last:
Shadows long from waking
Replaced by things I've won.
What is sky without blue?
Who am I
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