Time shifts through sands and moves the soul
to reach beyond each unseen bend...
Forever flowing in between
the darkened days and nightmare's end.

Reflecting deep within the eyes
a youthful glow that feeds the dream...
Perpetual this cycle that,
brings hope or fades within a scream.

Drops fall from shadowed skies upon
the soil of every whispered plea...
Where thunder trembles mountain tops
to hide their view beneath the sea.

Winds blow with force upon the back
to cast the weary soul about...
Confusion spiraling the fog
that leaves the mind a cloud of doubt.

Then soft and subtle in it comes
that moment when the world is gone...
Where silence shivers through the veins
as night slips back and ushers dawn.

A calm that follows every storm
where everything is much more clear...
The ecstasy that's only felt
from reaching in and facing fear.