Rooms (in Blue)

Awakening on solitary dawns

Likening bears gold seal sands

Before the shimmering skyline of music and light

I am wearisome in night, without sight

Keepers of the trade come withering along an air

And as I beckon to the flare, with mystic care

Day shall be

In fens of ancient solitude 

I preach the verses, with challenging curses

Trellis for vicinity shares my vine

I am sought in mass, a prayer entwined

I am lost in words

Cold gusts in a maelstrom of telltale love

Glittering night amid a flight of doves

As the chorus is sung in cheering unity

Left beside the windowsill

A host of gems and forgotten memories

Between the hours folding in chanted scours

I am lost inside the bellows of rain on my roof

I shall perish in the sea

In me, the revealing lines of my obituary

The death of friends as the light dies down

Chilling scents of alcoholic daydreams

A scream wandering the prose

Beside orchid and rose

I am left inside the bellows

What do I care? Where shall I stare?

As the shadows all converge 

Vanished at the merge

Of dying night and birthed dawn

And so I see along the scree of my gloomy sea

Thunders crying their rage

Full with tears and shrieks

Trapped in a wineglass cage 

Of cloud and misplaced time

I have no reason...nor rhyme

Along this song of guilt and fear

Pretend to be alike

Pretend to be...to see?