Voices From The Dream Box

Whispers from the catacombs speak of my fate

These voices that echo "its too late" "its too late"

Ghosts of doupt that haunt my dreams 

A fallen Angel a phoenix of flames

Lighting up the underworld a candle in the waves

An orb of hope rising from the grave

A holy something unfit for words 

But brighter than the brightest light

That finds home in the great dance of life

A pure good and honest something

Flowing from the heart with every beat

Nature seen in the childs eyes on the branches of the tree

Even in the fly that pesters me

The sun rises giving birth to a new awakening

I am that awakening spared once again from the eternal sleep

I the fortunate one who walks the streets

All is new and unseen glowing, dancing ,a symphony of sound

A majestic transcendent something all around

Look what i've found! look what i've found!

I the  wizard casting a spell of pure magic

Doors open spider's beneath rock's crawl out

The man with the torch run's around

A box with string's he send's forth sound

People smile and gather round

He sing's he sing's till the sun goes down

The light fade's another day die's

A nocturnal sanguine purifying void

Silence that weep's eye's falling asleep, a peace now found

Moonlight reflecting faces, car lights, pulse races,

People lying around scary faces

A whimper from a room unseen somewhere emty space's

Lust erotica moan's in the night devil's demon's hiding from the light

I stand still at it orbit's my mind, i close the door and shut my eye's

A statue letting go just forgetting life, so i  find the dream box 

And climb inside

Reflecting on vision's as it all come's to pass

The blood in my vain's the sand in the hour glass