Mists and Flames

Along waves of slumber, your dreams gently sail over the sea.
And under the moonlight, your breaths rise and fall with a peaceful sigh.
The mists make me wonder why I wanted to follow you home,
but when I lay down beside you, I remember the reasons I'm here.

You awaken at my side in the dead of the night and we whisper.
Our words are mere nonsense and our eyes drift lazily across the sky.
Soon the night turns red with flames and explosions of war,
and the lights of the city slowly fade in the haze.

The bombs begin falling and the forests are set ablaze, but I have no fear.
An autumn breeze blows and carries away the ashes from afar.
The mists make me wonder how I'm going to carry you home.
But when I lay down beside you, I can see that there's nowhere to go.

(And we'd best not try to walk home from here...)

Red

A shining orange sunset sinks down the sky.

I'm left without a name and without a care.

But if tomorrow's sun should rise and fall without a single word,

then the days thereforth shall forever be your own.

But why should I have in mind to speak to someone I don't know?

Fewer and fewer grow my hours in this place.

I don't have much to say but I think I've said it all

and nothing remains but a farewell song.

A broken morning's sky is filled with clouds.

I have thoughts that I'm afraid to say out loud.

I'm still playing with notes but I have no words to speak:

these days shall forever be your own.

Shadows

Wandering for days, but you're lost in your thoughts;

there's no map to guide you home.

The shouting that surrounds you

will erode as you fall asleep.

And no-one there

will see you because

you're running away.

And no-one there

will hear you because

you've nothing to say.

Don't let the voices of your past

convince you to return.

Seek shelter and asylum

in the shadows that blind us all.

Your memories won't

leave you no matter

how far you run.

But if nothing else

stops you, I'll go

with you on your way.