Sometimes, even the most amazing beauty can't erase the most incredible pain.
Sifting through the broken dreams
That lie among the hopeful schemes
And gather only acrid dust
Which burrows deep within the rust.
Simple thoughts of honest love
Glide gently with the morning dove
Until the autumn breezes blow
And warmth is veiled within the snow.
I think I must have given up
That brightly blazoned, blood-filled cup
For when the drowse of peace sets sail
The slumber heeds a bed of nail.
I met an angel yesterday
Who took the death of life away
But I have yet to figure out,
Discouraging the demon's shout.
I pray you take me by the hand
And lead me 'cross the virgin sand
For if my heart could catch your dreams,
Idyllic winds may hush my screams.