The Labyrinth

Through the soupy sea

the past is tied to me

in melodies dance

seen unseen

from days dark nights

Treading the labyrinth

of sharp edges

like fine mist fog in the morning

set over an empty landscape

hollow and silent

Time is only a space

to call home the

promises denied the lies lied

Reflections in the shattered glass

step through the doorways of the past.