More than the SunYou're more than the sun
Shining bright on the sky
Swimming deeper and deeper
Living in my memories
You are silent with words
That you've spoken aloud,
And you're here in the night
Shining bright with the moon
You've left me alone
But you're really still here
Though I cannot feel it
I've felt it before
This silence is golden
And echoes with music
That should not be heard
But will not be empty
SilenceWhat if the world was silenced for one day?
The music stopped, the cars made no sound,
The world was silent for a single day.
And what if you could speak just once,
And to only one person.
What would you say, and to whom.
Ponder this, and think a while.
What if all the words in the world
Were left unsaid unless they needed speaking.
What if just for once, the clumsy words we use
Were finally turned to joyful noise and
Allowed to become the power they are.
What if you could hear just once,
Who would you listen to, and why?
What if silence was a way of life,
And speaking was not so important.
It's better to listen than to speak,
And to whisper loud, than yell quiet.
Spontaneous CombustionAnd here I am, waiting, watching,
Standing on the sidelines
Wondering... just what to say
And screaming at the broken heart
That rages within you.
I'm unaware, of all you know
But somehow I think that
I have some purpose to be here,
Why then do I lie awake at night
Wondering what is that I am for?
There she is, standing in the middle
Having the words to say
But not the heart to say them.
And here I am, without words
And I have the soul to speak
But I've got no mouth to scream.
There he is, knowing the words to say
And with the heart to say them,
But when the audience is shouting
How can one man change the world?
Does he think that its his fault,
Or that he has no power as a friend...
And here I am again,
Knowing now what I must say.
But how can I say it?
When the one who'd have to hear
Has blocked their ears with hatred.
How can I choose?
What is worth the most,
Friendship or the friend?
And am I willing to lose it all
To save the other person.
Raven WingsBlack wings flap beneath the skies
As the darkness fades, and summer comes
The drums are rolling,
And the tide is going out.
It's time again for the night to fly
Once more with the bright of day.
The black winged angels, with the white,
Sing forth their song again.
Twice the bell has rung again,
Thrice to ring before the end,
For bright the black wing's flight
As it races 'cross the bright lit skies.
Two spare secondsWith two seconds faked in the
Spiraling staircase of life,
I come here sitting, watching and
Reading what it is you have to say.
But all the words that we never hear
They are just words, and
Little more than that.
So what is a word, said in only two moments,
Precious time which ticks away.
Tell Me...She's sitting all alone,
Ignoring her friends,
Just listening to music
Drowning her pain and rage.
Tell me why,
When what she needs is there,
That she'll ignore the help
And weep in her own misery.
He's standing next to her,
Turns the volume up,
So he doesn't have to hear
As the people talk around him.
He just doesn't want to deal at all.
The promise of the music,
The voices that will sing,
It's empty, and broken
Bringing no joy beyond the works.
Yet so many people don't understand
And accept the brokenness as life.
She's sitting next to him,
Neither one even sees
As the other's all alone,
Just waiting unrealizing
Of the pain they both share.
So what if they stopped,
Turned off the noise
And just spoke up for once.
TW Chapter 9 - Bell of SilenceAndar felt a strange presence, and immediately sprang to his feet. He'd grown to suspect that feeling. Already, his dagger was in hand. The room filled with a twisted light, that drove no shadows forth. Andar suddenly fell down to his knees, as his stomach lurched. No bile escaped from his stomach, but still it burned. The shadows filled the room faster than his pale lamp could drive them away.
Andar stood to his feet slowly, now face to face with darkness. That pale blue portal lay behind the shade, the Bridge he had come to fear. Rage welled within Andar, as he threw the dagger at the creature. It struck, but then fell useless to the floor. "Fool", the shade began to hiss, but suddenly Andar was on him with the sword that had lain by his bed.
The shade twisted, and avoided the useless stroke, but backed up. Andar swung again, and again, searching for that place wit
TW Ch 8 - Spirit of the BellMiranda lay awake, the darkness of night lying heavy over the high raparts of the castle. Old the stone was, and bound with more than mud. Behind each brick lay powerful enchantments of Song. Old watchers of the dream world, spirits from another realm lay encased in much of the building. No darkness should be troubling her within the thick walls. But troubled she was, as she lay without sleep. The bed was of soft down, and should have set her to sleeping almost instantly, but something bothered her.
Her vision blurred for a second, as the room suddenly burst forth into a black light. She could feel the shifting portal open near her bed, but some fell power gripped her mouth. A tall dark thing stepped from the darkness that was light. His movements seemed ethereal, like those of a shadow lying in wait for the lights to be put out. His eyes were shrouded in a black hood, and no s
What day is it?What day is it? And in what month?
The clocks strikes again and again.
The lifeless awaken,
Bring forth the night.
Echoes of emptiness sing.
I don't know why,
But somehow I know
Everything is ok.
And I can't understand
Just how it works.
It all ticks again,
And slowly the life drains away.
Resounding once more
The voice of the heavens
Cries out with silence
To those of us who have no ears
And who won't listen anyway
Because we don't care
What day is it? And in what month?
The clock chimes again and again.