Stop moving a while
Step out into the chill.
Of the very same night
I had lost all my ill
In the very same light
That had haunted my will
To walk down the road
Down to the windowsill
Of my mind.
In hindsight I\'d have drawn
The paths edge and hedge worn
The lands end of steps more
And more step to the shore.
Pass grass of noon dunes,
It\'s moonlight but still dawn.
The morning of never ever
The mourning of forever
For ever more.
The toes grace
Of grand sand.
Gold-black shells
Face lands tanned,
The soft snakes
Of spiral mind.
Soothed in sorrow
But only tomorrow.
For now is now.
For ever lasts.
Forever masks.
The borrowed time.
I\'d murder in tomorrow\'s shine.
The dawn of today\'s hands
Of sand timers shattered in the sea.
The glint of the glass glimmers gladly at the greatest memory.
To define me as me.