The crystal petal stretches to the blue sky.
Crinkling and cracking sound beneath soled boots.
A warm hand pressed tenderly against the icy trunk,
flakes of bark frozen, fast sleep.
Tender memories of a family long ago, craved into the very same bark.
The family that grew from a single glance,
Words left unsaid, a moment missed,
remembered by those crystal petals.
He guards this tree of forgottenness, left to the ravages of modernity.
Each petal holds a memory — forgotten, lost, remembered, repressed —
of someone once beneath its creaking branches.
And he’ll keep them forever in bloom, for at least, he’ll always remember the love he had lost.
Though still standing tall,
these ancient walls,
Forgotten spirits and ghosts still roam these halls.
Silent scream go unanswered, unheeded calls.
New faces enter each day, only to disappear as the sun nightly fades,
leaving ancient walls as distant memories, and history as past.
no really, it is.
Crazy, insane -- predictable!
It's the hatter's mercury!
The machine's routine!
Tell me nothing.
Show me nothing.
Give me that grin,
in which the cat smiles.
It's enough! Enough!
Don't make a sound,
don't alarm, don't tick or tock.
Tell me, Sweet Siren, song of the sea.
who was it you saw when looking at me?
A long lost love? A drowned soul deep down?
Perhaps a sailor who once explored your seas?
Or maybe a forgotten jewel that once laid upon your pebbled crown?
Even if the clouds shroud their light,
I shall always have them within my sight.
Even if the sun should rise and paint the sky blue,
For even if you shall forget where I lay,
I shall always have my moon and stars.
Little Prince, stand upon your star.
Sing all the songs of a thousand lives.
Reach toward the sun,
sling past the moons,
slide far beyond the turning planets.
For the universe is far grander,
far wiser than you and I shall ever be.
So close your eyes and see the wonders
that the stars have granted you but not I.
lure me into the depths of the sea,
dragon me under the waves
so no ship can find us.
Wrap me within your deadly song,
drown me within your arms,
fly us through the fish and sand…
whisper tales of old drunken sailors.
do not deafen your song to me,
turn me into the foam of the sea.