When the dawn awakes And challenges night The moon forsakes The heavens in flight Across the sky Her timeless plight Brings a sigh Of two lovers delight Her silver glow Enlightened their play But it's time to go Here dawns a new day Along her path new lovers to greet Her timeless plight a new journey to meet |
Memories The attic of the mind Filled with the past We wade through cobwebs to find The treasures Locked deep inside Forgotten Not meant to hide The pleasures We discover When we unlock the door The treasures Remembered From times gone before The sorrow The joy Locked away for tomorrow Put away Forgotten Until that tomorrow When we look for the past Behind that locked door The attic of our mind The memories we store |
Time passes We feel regret Take chances Not what we expect Dreams are shattered Illusions are made Friends are scattered Youth did fade We exist Time won't relent Troubles persist Is this what was meant Happiness a delusion Disappointment a fact Could life be an illusion Or just a bad act Hope for a good life Is this a delusion Life without strife Only an illusion |
I sift the sand that measures the stand controled by the threads of fate I measure the span in the destiny of man on the hands of time you wait I am the fouth place to the demension of space in the continuum it's all found relevant I control the flow to your earthly show the corridors to past and present The past I hold the present I mold the future I know quite well The past you may seek the future try to peek but my secrets I won't tell For I control the glass the hours that pass the sands of time run swift So think about now quit wondering how and remember time is my gift |
Her hands play the cords strings of destiny preordain'd cut to measure the life we obtain Length will be determin'd by the luck of her draw on the length of her strings does our life span fall The quality of the string determines the quality of life golden for richness black for strife If she's smitten and given her whimsy the mood she is in could make your cord quite flimsy Tempt her we should not for her scissors are sharp anger her at all you could be playing a harp Things in our life determin'd by the tapestry she weaves people we meet but crossing strings that she leaves True love determin'd by how tight the braid entwining strings from the tangl'd skein she's made |
I am the darkness waiting at thy door The time that waits never-ever-more I am the the stealer of thy dying breath The first thou shalt see the moment of thy death I am the thought on thy lips never-ever said The voice of a hunger never fed I am the harbinger of the sorrow thou most dread The angel of God who collects the dead I am the reaper of thy soul there is no morrow The existence I know bred from all thy sorrow I am the bringer of tears shed from ten thousand years the collector of souls the end to thy fears |