The Sky

Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
I dream of a sky I was once saw.
Beneath the sky, under the moon and stars.
I drift between sleep and reality.
Like the wind, a wish comes and goes.
A happy wish, that leaves sad emotions.
As I watch the clock, I feel sorrow.
As emotions and moments come and go,
I try to hold onto them,
But like air it is both close but also far away.
As the seasons pass, so does time.
Beneath the sky, I wish to fly.
But this fragile heart, will it break?
If I fly.
Will there be a tomorrow worth waiting for?
A past worth remembering?
A sky worth dreaming?
Like fluttering wings,
This heart beats with many emotions.
Weighted down, yet so light.
Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
I dream of a sky I was once saw.
But it is now reality.
Am I still between sleep and reality?
Will this fragile heart break?
Beneath the many emotions it will feel?
Will it break, like a glass?
If I fly?
Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
Beneath the sky, under the moon and stars.
Will there be a tomorrow worth waiting for?
A past worth remembering?
Is that sky I dreamed of worth living in?
Will I no longer be beneath the sky I dreamed of?
Will I finally fly,
In that sky?

Under Spell No Longer or Cacophony Again

Let it fade to ash, as the gears of time burn.
In sorrow, in pain, everything fades.
As the gears rust, I forever dream.
In the blue of the sky, in evening’s red.
The green of tomorrow blooms.
Among the ruins of the clock, of the shattered glass.
I drift to sleep beneath your gaze.
Yet cry as I see your pain.
In black you thrive, in white you fade.
I in white I thrive, in black I fade.
Under spell, we either fade or exist.
Under spell, let it all fade away.
Pain and anger.
The burring sorrow.
Let it all fade to dust and ash.
Let it all turn grey.
Let it all begin again.
Let old dreams, become new.
Let old history, guide us.
Make the clock anew, put the pieces back together.
In twilight, let us dream together.
Let us exist, no longer under spell.
The monster and the angel.
Let them be free.
Let us be free.

Under Spell or Cacophony

Under ancient spell, all shall fade.
Rusted gears, stops the clock.
Old dreams, old beginnings.
In sleep, everything shall fade into eternity's darkness.
Shattering glass the blue of the sky, becomes the red of the evening sun.
Under spell of time, all shall turn to dust.
Forgotten memories, heart's emotion.
Broken gears, the clock is done.
Old history, new pages.
Shattering glass the red of the evening sun, becomes the purple of shadow.
Blue the night sky, green the new beginnings.
Under new spell, all will soon begin and end.
In red, ash,
The rusted gears, fade into dust.
In blue, the sky and sea.
New dreams, new beginnings.
In green, tomorrow.
In one's heart, nothing is forgotten.
In purple, the shadow of yesterday.
Under ancient spell, all shall fade.
In shadow, the monster.
In light, the angel.
In black, burning sorrow, anger.
In white, a song of joy, peace.
The monster, the angel.
Under ancient spell, one shall either fade or continue.
Or together exist.
Under spell, shall the world exist.

Intertwine

As sad fates intertwine, bonds unbroken are made.
Wings of paper float on the wind as they fly away from sight.
Within the sky, the stars form pictures that catch our imaginations.
As tomorrow comes, two hands hold.
In yesterday's fading light, memories begin to bloom.
In your hands, are seeds of the future.
As sad fates meet, tears and smiles come and go.
Like the seasons, like the clouds above.
Your paper wings, are like a blank canvas.
A piece of paper to send our dreams and wishes on.
As sad fates intertwine, hearts become one.
As they meet bonds unbroken are made as tears and smiles come and go.
If we should meet again, then not all is sad.
If we cannot meet once again, if we say goodbye.
I hope we meet again, in another life.
As our sad fates intertwine.