Thursday, September 6, 2012

Lost Poems

Twenty Years Ago

Secrets in the Shadows of the Lake
To lose the hope of building dreams
Defeat for those who harbored schemes
Secrets in the shadows of the lake
Secrets in the shadows of our fate
Meadows falling softly through the mists
Forest running gently through our finger tips

You can't go back
Those people don't liver there anymore
Bring yourself to see
That the love will always be
Your gift and theirs, evermore
You aren't the same
But not to blame
For dreams that were not meant to be
No going back
Can make it right
But love is always in your sight

Heroic?
Proceeding on
Even though you know you're going to get pounded
But you have to do the right thing anyway

I met the silence, nothing more
Yet in the distance now I see
A message in the sky for me
Coming down the storm together
Raise a song, the wind inspires
Give the rain a longing gesture
Watch it turn, defy the fires

First time round the circle
You'd think it never ends
But spun so hard, we landed wrong
And the ride began again
Second time round the circle
Each in a separate light
A rougher ride, a killing tide
A never-ending empty night
Thrid time round the circle
The stars have reappeared
The ride is fine, the smiles divine
The mists again are near

Through the dark of the forest
LIke a wavering sea
The wind brings the sound
Of your heart back to me
A challenge of equals
A parting of wills
So must it begin
Round the stones again
Comes the knowledge of this
From the sea, over sands
They challenge, then turn
And take a fate's revenge

If the feast had a face
What would it say
We've all had our place
Every beast has its place?
Every beast has its time?
If the world's truly fair
Would it not say
We've all got to share
We ALL have our place
We ALL have our time
If the world had a plan
Would it not say
Please understand?
We ALL have our place?
We ALL have our time?
If the world has a plan
Is it not time for
To understand
Ever creature on Earth
We ALL have a right to be

Picture a Time in the Mists
Feel it slowly coming round
Soon whats lost must be found
Surely w were sent for this
STand and search the sea tonight
No chance to force a memory
Watch often with no reason
Turn again to the prophecy
Oh its coming round again
A circle has no end
And the dark has one sound
Of the dream never found
Its time to call the name
That haunts the horizon
Taunts in longing visions
This love will be reclaimed
Two mists have grown
Love all their own
To the trees they rise
Given our disguise
Is there to be more
On the rounding shore?