Light Me
Light me as a candle in your room light me again I’ll be the daily flame light me when you want when the memory fades then snuff me out my light has gone forever.
Melancholy
Melancholy not loud search button is sadness on the breeze reflection its a world of mind pulling on a life film reel on a rolling road enigma alone would be the words flashing strip lights people chattering nonsense when meaningfulness would save lives in a weave of Celtic sleep wrapped up in the hills the absolute is in no doubt .
In My Right Hand
In my right hand I held the golden glove to the sky and the emerging god that is the sun, with its emerging power, I outstretched my fingertip made the connection, it was the first time man had been greeted personally by the creator. A reassurance by the almighty that the sun was the creator, but I sensed anger that this almighty presence was angry for it knew the species on earth had destroyed our protection and there was at this moment no way of repairing it,so we stand and burn waiting, waiting .