…and I feel nothing at all — Time stands still and the wind returns with a touch of ice and the dust and the shadows restlessly shift and the fallen leaves drift dry and lifeless and I feel nothing at all time stands still and a deep blue paints the once pale sky and a single stationary cloud fades from view and a lonely…

…slumbers — Far beyond the sea the rose of the day is rising from the storm a dream under a lush sky luminous and hopeful the morning slumbers lilies sigh, stars drip and dew shivers on the stones listen to the sounding sea through the window of emerald green trees the air is full of dawn and spring I see the mist amongst the hills and through the gentle rain a fragrance comes in the cloud-grey morning

… my broken heart — I was alone before you came alone and lost from all my heart in pieces scattered round like shards of broken glass I was adrift in the quiet dark in a far away place where only memories bloomed and only sadness grew with the strongest of resolve day by day that…

…there is an empty garden — With empty hands and empty heart he sits alone with his thoughts in quiet reflection of yesterday now starved for colour and light holding only the memories of her pale and haunting face dreams are dust before the wind held within the heart of stars her blue eyes mirrored the deepest ocean…

…is now a colour — We are weary travellers now trudging ever forward with the heavy weight of fading expectations bearing down upon our souls out of the vast voids of vanishing voices and vanquished dreams a veil descends upon the empty fields of our desolation adrift in the endless circling of cold liquid skies and the…

…on soundless wings — Slowly the wind picks up snow is falling softly white blossoms pile unceasingly in drifts as they dance their last dance I know that nothing is by chance I let go of all I must believe I am almost there almost somewhere where I belong allow me to fall on soundless wings through the soundless night and my heart will surrender I am so near the breeze is filled with fragrance a pathway opens up the way back is forgotten who I was is now gone what was lost will be again like a beautiful dream

…wild and strangely beautiful — The sound of bells echoes across the dark fields of night I hear a door slowly closing in the distance that harsh sound followed by the sharp click of finality grief, wild and strangely beautiful circles me like a storm loss falls on soft wings incongruous with the reality the reality of the pain the pain that radiates from deep…

…breaks me wide open — Our path was changed by the stars yet still we are connected in wild harmony I hear the melodies of your heart gently adrift and shifting upon the whispers of the wind they sing of a love once found and of a love once lost of memories and misplaced dreams all those things that my soul has…

…circle me — Loss and loneliness circle me staring into the mirror again the glass reflectionless smooth as silk as always, I am drawn to it drawn to the danger the danger of falling falling into my memories into that place that place that still haunts me my heart is beating a frantic rhythm my…