Tale of ready kept in souls watching earth come to view cherish and hold

Oh pass me in a crypt of sawdust and gold

Deep was the quest of old friend Poe

Sea dreaming in tomb brought in vengeance

Sleep is a pale ride in chair meant for resting

Flee in tribune for angel’s statue stand-alone in a cage

Swell of torrent living in marble seeking beauty carved

Height of time rings in towers of watch waiting voices screaming

Light branches across reef of markers dissolute sanctions reasons unknown

Cell marks happy voices feeling song

Hell moves past souls to anger waiting

Drain of acceptance pushes each to hope

Rain-washes faces left cold in seclusion held

Shore weak of sand clay pulling fate forward hard

Poor leading so much more than need and want grieve

Urn holds tests of manner and ghosts upon a dark shadows

Burn so hard upon wish left colder than time itself failing to need

Prow cast lonely on kiss

Bow alone fails to rescue

Grief the burden left on her apron

Leaf crumbles from feet lost in thought

Air stale in whisper so hurt by eyes peeking past

Fair takes a restitute upon a hail of words keeping place

Deep in a walk upon a stranded place want wanders free

Keep all dreamers in a pocket of stardust failing to glow a drop

Be a last watch of growth felt

Gain stops in amber seeking fire

Lent of ash and sack leave willing

Sent a passion drive behind mind and time

Haste to dire beneath rocks grind on biblical

Waste shed to ground burning faster than thought

Met sudden death on a ridge above love keeping heart

Set is taking more than leaving a wit trust on beer stained

Tale of ready kept in souls watching earth come to view cherish and hold

Oh pass me in a crypt of sawdust and gold

She reached for me in an hour of need and I cast my heart at her feet

Each breath I take is from heaven left for someone

Now and forever I leave pieces of words to guide me

Always on the return I let her see it is only me

Hiding in the portals of her mind