The End of Winter

 

Many pieces torn into shreds, year by year.
Fragile bits cracking gently but never mending.
To the core that binded never was.
We traveled at lightening speed and collided head first.
Shattering the rusty chains that should have been burned with the ashes scattered.

Trip Wire

The labyrinth of past souls are awakened
if only they could see the illusion from the fog

They writhe with ecstasy and vines dripping with sweet rain
They know only euphoria that is welcomed with open arms

And into the passing of grey comes the opening of the skies
The first drop of light that captures all that is real
and laughter that is left behind