The days are blot outwith tongues made of darkness
Words of ignorance shout
Smug arrogant righteousness
Are far from true
The void overwhelms this place
listen how the music is gone
Lost within the black
All color seeps away,
Years of self-made lies and deceit
The web of the universe
Unravels in the confusion
Binding the light of truth
Listen how the mighty Tree weeps
Bending deep like the delicate willow
Oh how, Gaia, cries for the 'Lost',
Release her wanderer,
the soul built from the stones,
those of his magic, mystery, and perplexity,
stones of black, and white, and unknown
A spirit cries out
Anxious for the sun's return
For his release,
For without the warmth
to the spirit, heart and mind
there is nothing but an abyss of emptiness.
(I dedicate this to a friend that is currently 'lost')
