Amber walls and spires, a tower out of the sands an image of the mind ripe to the winds and seas spring tides of strancience brooding pulled by a lunar mood the sands are running out the tide is coming in and all the urge that raised the walls dissolves in high weater truth is elusive, it denounces me, to shielf myself, my integrity I have become tower inertia I push the dark tide back... again strong it returns and all I have embraced... changes and is washed away nothingness sinks upon me clears the horizon
"the day needs the night as darkness defines light hopes and fears alike washed ashore"
coherence lost there is a thief among us time steals away with his prize how may I welcome this offer they carry a promise of loss the day needs the night and darkness defines light order leaves my shore empty hands greet the new renewal, redemption what lies ahead, is intangible yet I deny to be swallowed by the waves all may change but I dance with her I was touched by want I capture that moment it is forever order leaves my shore empty hands greet the new renewal, redemption there are sentiments that defies the waves left a foundation upon to build more than just a dream the leaden sky enclosing a certain slant of light new ashen masony rises founded in stone I push the dark tide back... again strong it returns and all I have embraced... changes and is washed away