Bricks in the sand

Pick it up

Put it in

Grind the gravel in between

And let run the sand

Put down tar

Put down mortar

Pick it up

Put it in again

Today is not a day

To let bricks lie scattered in the sand

Pick it up

Pick it up again

Slide it in

Smear more on

What? No more water

Use your tears then

Your tears in the sand

Make more mortar

Pick it up

Put it in

Don't dare drop

Not a single brick in the sand

Hear the hushed wind behind you

That is their collective sigh

The ones who rely on your progress

Without you like bricks in the sand

Pick it up

Pick them up

Pick yourself up from the sand

Now is not the time

To run out of sand

Keep it going

Keep on walking

Pick them up

And slide the cogs in and

Set their gears in motion

Keep it running

Keep on moving

Don't stop working

Slide the bricks on the sand

This is your fate now

This is your life now

Making bricks from the sand

There was never more

There is never more

And nevermore will there be

Anything in this wide world

Other than bricks, and sand, and men

Wait

What are you doing?

Pick back up those brick on the sand!

Are you crazy to drop them

Crazy to mock them

Crazy to lay down and die in the sand

Get up at least

Get back to building your wall

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Stop your running?

Running from the sand

It is never ending

It is never failing

It is never breaking

These bricks and the never ending sea of sand

Lenore's Curse

Round and round

These thoughts keep turning

These feelings keep churning

And I wish that for a second

However brief

This spinning would stop

And grant me relief

These echoes that should

By now have died down

But no matter how I plant my feet

My head and heart keep spinning round

And round and round

Endless the loop and unchanging the cycle

Of the path that goes on forever

And while I hope that the end draws near

I still hear you say, "never, never"

Apposite Ness

There is a little thistle bush

Above the roaring sea

And this tiny little thistle bush

Hung high and precariously

Its fingers dug into the stone

The mammoth standing all alone

Its mighty face unmoved by shadow

The storms above the sea far below

While this small little thistle bush

Hung between the sea and sky

And this bristle little thistle bush

With roar of waves and sea bird cry

No longer could recall its own life story

How it came to rest upon the promitory

From distant lands bathed in spice

Where inscenced air infused all life

And flowers tropical and large

Perfumed the sail of junk and barge

That sailed the rivers twixt collumns bare

Half eaten statues of the Huntress and the Hare

Where lazy ivy coiled round long lost words

Recalling songs only the stones had heard

Was this the home from where this bush hailed

Upon the wind's delicate wings had sailed

And carried aloft by the wonton breeze

Into the feathered arms of the night, its ease

Did take in the frosty vaults of the star's abode

Pulled in the celestial maelstrome around the lode

And there in boreal frosty heavens it brushed

Upon telesian trails trod by angels hushed

And there it sought it's roots to grasp

And draw the ambrosia that drips from angelic gasps

But the celestial glass would afford no hold

And the frozen star's of heaven were too cold

And so departing from the gates of the night

It continued on it's sojourning flight

Long was the night that led to the dawn

Long was the wait until new life was reborn

Long was the trail that the thistle seeds took

For earth could not compare once upon heaven looked

And finally caught up in the fickle Zephyrian bands

That swept it amidts clouds of these foreign lands

Where the flash of Jove cut the clouds with fire

And the rain fell as stones while the wind roared with ire

And the sea churned white with foam and dread

And the stirrer of storms called forth the drowned dead

And amidst all this there was caught the thistleseed

That searched for any place to land and bleed

Until the wind buffeted it against the iron cliff face

And over and again it felt life to be erased

But then as darkness enclosed the husk

And the light of day was enveloped in dusk

There was a second spark then born

As the seed then was completely transformed

And so the little thistle bush came to rest

Upon the cliff face that all life did detest

And it clung there with all of its might

Burned in the day and frozen in the night

But it refused to give up its desperate fight

And instead was changed into the painter's delight

For with raging sea foam crested below

And churning heavens with sunlight aglow

And unmoved antedeluvian cliffs of stone

A single bush of green persevered alone.

Can you hear me?

This is the desperate cry

The call echoing through the night

The breaking day that needs to be let out

The rising fall of my heart tonight

That rises to scream and shout

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me now?

Can you feel me?

I'm right there in the dark

When the world is

Falling in and apart

I am right here

By the beat of your heart

Follow trails of glowing footprints

Gretel, Gretel take hold of my hand!

Follow trails of frozen tear drops

To where the dark house waits in a dark land

Follow the sound, if you can even hear

Follow the sound of the beating heartbeat

Follow my voice and know I am near

Trace the tears upon your pillow

And spell my name with salty line

Whisper my name to the nightdarkness

And promise to always be mine

And then you will find me

And then you will find me

And then you will find me

And I will appear

And then I will hold you

And then I will hold you

And never

Ever

Ever

Let go again

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear my whisper on the breeze?

Can you feel me?

Can you feel me?

My heart beating, breaking for these...