reborn
- This stillness inside, this yearning for the darkness,
The flames that won’t stop burning..
The quest for empty spaces devoid of color or laughter, or sound.
The lonesome traveler, the sojourner, when will your feet tire of distant lands? and open spaces where people cheer each other on?
where does the journey end? when will your feet rest?
When will the endless longing cease?
Oh traveler make thy home quick
Forget the memories of distant lands
The warmth of thy lover’s arms
The rhythm of their heart
Their laughter deep into the night
Their words that cut through like knife
tearing away your defenses
Leaving you with wounds that time has not healed
You can still hear their voice that hollow sound of nothingness.
A tale of lies and betrayal
And you thought it was love
Oh traveller, another journey beckons, the hand calls from within the darkness…
Take it, walk into the darkness to the fire,
And……
Be reborn
