01. Soul - Searching Today was dark and your pictures were gone, And my memory failed with your image; It seems time and space ran to an unspoken place, And left me to grieve without visage. The tears they just come because that’s what they do And my heart still feels like it is breaking; The pain in my chest is like a noble arrest, Until I understand it’s of your making. But no one believes it; they just can’t conceive it, The unknown is enveloped with fear; If only they knew what this spirit has been though To pierce the thin wall of the “Here.” The present it is – to the past and it gives, Some souls recognition of the wrath; That we feel on this earth, when death comes to curse Our hearts so deeply entwined ‘til the last. Some will deny it and many can’t buy it, But when it’s quiet, you may hear your name whispered, And believe it’s a mirage, an auditory barrage; An un-validated spirit’s existence. For we know when it’s true and will attest without a clue, The essence of those that our hearts have allowed; Until comes the day, above all earthly dismay, We meet on the other side of the lightened shroud. When those bumps in the night, or a side-glance brings fright, Or, the technology is newly amiss I know it is you, just trying to come through, Your soul’s rendition of a kiss. 02. Swan Song of a Soul Some days i don't know if i’ll go, But i don’t know how she can stay The heat is too hot and the pain too wrenching As it melts my soul away. To draw a breath and then think of death Is a strange idea to relate For how can one, who cannot overcome Inspire within such a state. And the happy days, seem so far away, When there is laughter that veils a frown It’s funny to me, that a smile of glee, Can cover a mask of down. And I've thought of the ways, and it turns into days When i considers the options that be, But i don't take a step, lest i prematurely be met With the reapers grasp upon me. Sure, i go and i talk, and i relate all the pain Which goes back to my childhood days There was something amiss, in a whirlwind that persists Which held my happiness at bay. And i turned to chemical comfort, after trying to stuff All the sadness that was inside And it robbed me of life, after years of strife And i continued on the painful ride. Anything was better, sure any drug could fetter A different me to show the world As if i was acceptable, or worthy or credible To be part of their lives, unfurled. Well, it sometimes gets better, then clouds up, seems forever The me that i see in the glass If only i could love her, embrace the soul above her i might save this little girl from the past. I cannot speak to what the future holds But i do so wish i could know … what becomes of the past in tomorrow’s looking glass Is only as the wind blows … And she mustered her courage, battened down not to perish And saw the storm through to the last … She learned that the beauty she could now see through the pain Was her soul’s swan song of the past … ***