Walking down halls of memories
Echoing the cold, piercing whistles 
And haunting shades undulating to arcane dances
Under motionless frozen shadows of light.

I am going home now
Over the Great Atlantic
Dark blue
Ocean

Sea salt my vengeance 
And the chasm of black
Down beneath unconsciousness 
Passions

A strand of hair 
For my humanity
A tendon severed
For my morality

But trapped forever in memory.

Past the cool light of the rising sun,
A field yonder that grey monument lies
And over a hill past the shadow of a castle,
Whose stones rush with the fervent blood of nature,
A patchwork river of flowers.

They dance eternal and sing the song 
Of a long lost binding promise 
And through the glass wispy curtains 
Scented deep with dry perfume 
And a dying Great Aunt’s golden hair.

Walking down halls of memories
Echoing shadows of light
That fuse lost past, escaping present 
And illusive future
In finality.

I once drew the innumerable stars and thought
That the constellations maps of the ages
And working back to the essence 
And to a fading universe
Traveling to collapse of realities
Reborn the oceanic tears of a child