As the universe quietly sings
Is it so radical in this day and age
To be treated with tenderness instead of violence and rage?
The brutality in my everyday seams slowly into my dreams
Like the crumbling of a pillar upon those flashing laser beams
The slow decay of my comfort safety and warmth within this life
My days are dripped in monochrome and riddled with my strife
In my cursed and crooked visions I have no choice but to accept
The pain bestowed upon me as I lay alone and wept
I look back on my childhood with longing nostalgia and hope
Cleansing all the nightosphere with memories and soap
Dreams of dandelions swiftly dispersing in the breeze
warmth within the dappled light dispelling from those evergreen trees
Visions of a freedom land poise me into a peaceful slumber
Missing the days I would hear symphonies instead of claps of thunder
My mother’s eternal virtuousness and grace,
Sheltered me From the shortcomings of this hateful greedy race
Until I saw her lying there surrounded by locks of fading hair
I began to realise that nothing in this life is truly fair
A pallor and grey around her seeping from within
I knew the technicolour daze was sure to be wearing thin
The golden era dances in the wings of my mind
The days I have always been so desperate to find
To the melodies and symphonies of some forgotten song
What else can I do but to find you and find a right to what is wrong?
I can always hear her spirit softly singing from within
She cradles me at night and sings me lullabies when they sin
To the golden feathers that guide me to some enchanted place
I thank you for reminding me of her beautiful angelic face
I am listening to your harmonies they sooth my weary soul
I hope you know I hear you when those demons want control
It is the music of the angels and the deities that heal
That will save you from the night when you’ve forgotten how to feel
Take me to the tranquility of some deserted shores
Where the crashing of those ceaseless waves is the only thing that roars
There you will find me slowly dancing in the sands
Underneath the gentle breeze that takes me in their hands
Where the horizon meets the ocean in some perfect equilibrium
Where I am no longer enslaved in this illusionary dominium
Bury me deep within the never ending soils
Far away from the citadels that lay ruin to their spoils
Where flowers will grow towards that transcendent dappled light
Where all the hope that swells inside will put an ending to this plight
And when a drifting feather is sure to pass you by
I want you to think of her and feel your body fly
The warm sensation will soften you through ethereal angel wings
And maybe just maybe you’ll feel it as the universe quietly sings