"And dawn found him there wailing around
The somber remain of his
In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll
Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth.
hours I was looking back
Into the future of a desolate past.
Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells
A wish out of
Vague fragments of meaningless days
Performed in the light of flaring candle.
"And from the dregs of life hope to
What the first sprightly running could not give"
[David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776]
again as dawn awakes.
In hermitage I may wash away the pain.
Strongholds will ward off
Children, leave these walls for
Zephyr will look the ebon door.
Tears of dread stain a decript face,
garden and rust the brazen lock.
Morn sees a god in solitude
As torrid skies announce the daily drab.
Maniac laughter escapes
a selfish mouth,
Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls.
Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise
northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days
And the windows still remain untouched and barred,
They hide an anchorite who
sighs for his private apotheosis.
Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream
Gives way to winter's
icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze.
IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison)
The ambition and transient
Breed muted walls of isolation.
Pouring rain soon turned into snow,
Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart
and sun left the old man
Like the children who left with the dawn
Never to return
North wind came all wrapped in grey
To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul
Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in
His lifeless world
V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream)
Look far away, so deep within
Through windows of relief, over walls of
Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts
The artless soul, I wish I was there.
Wait by tranquil streams, there's no
Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that
We live all in vain:
VI. Disintegration Of
Old man, is this you hoped to receive
From a life of content?
Look upon your burning world of solace torn
pride forlorn, nothing remains.
"Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore,
Truthless prayers consume our search for
Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame,
We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain."
Elegy (Window Of Perception)
[Lyrics: M. Steffen]