Times Eternal Hall

Soft reflections buoy against times eternal halls,

Filled with broken laughter

from within decaying walls.

Stones of white,

Which cry out into the silent winter night

Replete with full moons glow,

And whispering prostrate priest

Face down in gypsum snow.

Seeking shadows

In reflecting times

Harking unto the song

dead men sing

waiting for hope

from life's eternal spring.

As tears of madness

With neon legs crawl,

Across oblivion

And down times

Eternal hall.

© 2004

Love Letters From The Other Side Contact With Allen