The dungeon's trap
Demise's hurtful slap.
Plead desperately echo's chaotically,
Through the night seeping slowly by.
Start out in the canyons echoing shout.
Bouncing wind returning all without a doubt.
We are here, we are now, we are what can't ever be explained.
But rather, embraced until the moment fades.
Tomorrow will bring a new sunrise,
An orange red blossom of sun's retiring demise.
The night will spring forth, and moon seem closely by.
Reaching out with not our hands but the spirit of our heart.
Little pebbles of sands sent like a dart.
To the near and far.
To the everlasting longing of passions embracing world.
Hello Lord, hello spirit, hello my echo.

I use to dance in meadow's romance..
I use to touch the dreams of my hearts content.
And embrace the moments without repent.
I use to cry tears of joy for the stars' twinkly silence.
And moon's last beams of loving chance.
I use to call to the rain fall.
And whisper to the wind's kissing call.
Call me, oh Lord, to the land I remember best,
To the heart's contented rest,
Echo reflection's nest....

The world swirls by.
The mountains stand silently.
The waves touch the sand.
And the winds dance with the leaves, and,
Fluent motion towards an unknown destination,
Riding tides upon some bucking steed's desperation.
Hearts lunge to wake the mind, and reclaim time's sward.
Do we believe in love, and strive forward.
Do we speak with a slur, because of heart's passion?
Do we break the monotone and strive for life's mission?
Wake, oh Lord, my heart's song,
Dissipate the wrong.
Delude the mind again,
Foggy and fine again.
Lead me faithfully insane,
Hoping the destination remains the same.
To love, to life, to wandering in experience's claim.
Faith in Fate