Then came, unannounced,
The idea that I should go around
Chasing a storm that I
Would never catch.
Who is looking for serenity
Might walk the chaos of doubt
Until their voices become one,
Calling the same direction,
Before life becomes life,
And death a final part of it.

Fewer words,
Around this fire
That feeds on time.
Half eaten by the dark,
Absorbed by the light,
Faces reflect embers
Printed on minds.
Profiles, one at a time,
Forget to lie
Half truths only
For those who can
Dissociate
Left from right,
Dark from light..
The end of time
Brings out the night,
Puts out the light.