A Rock in the RiverWait...where are you going?Down this road and past the future.Kiss me before you leave, so I might remember you.Hold me before you go, so I will not forget.I don't want to stay behind, take me with you.I am littleand will not be a burden.I don't want to be alonehere amongst the multitudes.Please do not cast me asside,into tempest which batters my soul.Time will flow onward, like theriver that curves and bends until it finds it's path.I will stay here, if you do not want me.Let time etch me away until I am nothing.I do not want to go, yet I cannot stay.Shelter me in the palm of your hand.Let me hitch a ride as far as your road will go.Please... take me with you.I am littleand I will not be a burden.
The Moments Pass BehindThe moments pass behindA trickling waterfall that flows to the seaA whisperWind that caresses in torrent gustsOnly the world to flow in our path.The moments pass behindA relentless tender beating of drums in time.A melodyThe dirge that hails our gloriesOnly the dawn to wake with our voices.The moments pass behindA fragrant fragment of the winter\'s flowerA rosePetals that fan the consuming flameOnly the day to witness our pyre.The moments pass behindA blade of grass in canyon\'s deepAn echoResounding silence of earth and skyOnly the evening to cast our shadows.The moments pass behindA new-born cry in a circle of deathA promiseThe ending in this thing that does not endOnly the night to hear our lamentations.
The Prisoner - The ArrivalHe held her close as her life\'s blood flowed like a crimson river. A trail of her essence collecting on the ground around them. Her emerald eyes arched skyward until the stillness of death blanked their once warm countenance. Looking down in a state of shock, he shook her lightly. There was no life left in the crumpled shell. He lifted her to his chest, tears joining her blood on the cold pavement. Slowly stroking, his fingers moved over the pale flesh of her forehead. His lips kissed her again and again, as if willing his love to lift her from her fate. No prayers would be answered this night. No hope would come from this darkness. And so... it begins...* * *The rain pit-pattered against the cell wall. It was a constant rhythm through the day and an unending curse at night. A man rests near the bars, his head against cold metal, clothing tattered and stained with blood. So long ago they had taken her from him, but not completely gone. When the winds howled he would hear her laughin