photo by Peter Maher
Sleep Forever
Sadly sleep the dreamless drifting
of a mind turning circles inside the storm,
catch raindrops and paint them with
the colours of the rainbows...
...stitch the stars to the sky,
make patterns of light within the
chaos of infinite change,
let the night kiss you with wonder...
...if you could sleep forever,
if you could whisper the songs of creation,
you might see the seeds of infinity,
you might know the glory of lost Elysium...
Rain
bright light kissing the stars,
midnight making music
where silence once held sway.
midnight making music
where silence once held sway.
Lost inside a waking dream,
thoughts become memories,
madness becomes music,
the whispers remain to haunt...
Pieces of my life fall
in unison with the rain,
my life is a heavy downpour,
my love a puddle in the road.
Peter Maher
in unison with the rain,
my life is a heavy downpour,
my love a puddle in the road.
Inside the Empty Room
Be the thing which you see inside,
the face behind the veil
someone seeking something,
some soft pause before the fall into irrelevance;
you are melodrama lost to fragility.
Be the thing which you see inside,
the face behind the veil
someone seeking something,
some soft pause before the fall into irrelevance;
you are melodrama lost to fragility.
Escape into the fields,
hide behind nature,
lose the purpose of common sense out where
the roads turn to dust and road signs are always
bent backwards.
hide behind nature,
lose the purpose of common sense out where
the roads turn to dust and road signs are always
bent backwards.
Make your mystic melody into the dark parody
of a terminal revelation,
feel the torrid fire burning just behind your eyes...
words are made to confuse,
deception rides like the devil in your soul.
of a terminal revelation,
feel the torrid fire burning just behind your eyes...
words are made to confuse,
deception rides like the devil in your soul.
Can you feel yourself dancing?
There is a stark eloquence to your vast
sequestration, it takes the heart out of the light,
you are left mesmerised by the sheer audacity
of your desperate need to find love in an empty room.
There is a stark eloquence to your vast
sequestration, it takes the heart out of the light,
you are left mesmerised by the sheer audacity
of your desperate need to find love in an empty room.
Peter Maher
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