Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Solaced Wistless Sighs

An old man sits alone in the desert
Where he dreams of an island paradise
And when the late night slips into stillness
A faint light's illness whispers lies

Winter winds howl madness through the trees
As the faces from his past make him cry
Can a tall tale promise forgiveness
Though a wall wails solaced wistless sighs

Since birth he's lived to remember
Everyday he screams his lot to the sea
As the sand mainlines the sunshine
His hand combines refined melodies

When the old man climbs a mountain
And sits on a rocky terraced ledge
The bowels of the Earth will shudder
As his mirth fills mutters, wonders fledge