Stone to Sand

Time to wander and merge with tear

Rusting clockwork, seething fear

Memories shadow, dark, so dour

Satan's reflection, deathly sour

Glass mind, so blessed, a curse

Bribed, now fools gold fills my purse

Granite flakes, a soft pure smile

Beckons, breaks my tin-foil guile

Sheltered smile, flame to heart

Ignite dead coals, warm it starts

Raging passion, flaming fire

Mind drifts from my funeral pyre

Now this place I've never been

Light floods the once dead scene

Haunted woods shine and gleam

Polished silver and tranquil streams

Love, so strong, rare and dear

Finally home, finally here