heart of mercy
crying to be heard
in the dimming of
dusks last true light
and the chilly winds
of emptiness
following a trail of tears
to an eerie blue Twilight
what we can\'t forget
is hidden in our hearts
buried somewhere behind
the midnight rains
between the lilting
moonlit mirages
and the lost forests
tragic last refrains
heart of mercy
tolling for freedom
back from the endless
assaults on morality
beating like rain
on the hollow log
of a reckless
and uncertain eternity
where a red flower
is damp with dew
where hatred is lost
in the cool of the morn
where the thick limbs
of the sycamore grew
where young dreams
are waiting to be born
where sundown trails
like a faithful dog
where the promise of magic
is waiting to be revealed
where sinners fail
and lovers never part
where lovers fight on
and prophets kneeled
where there is still
mercy in my heart