OUR DREAMS

WE LIVE IN A PLACE

OF LIMBO

OUT HERE
 PERCHED

ON THE

EDGE

JUST

A

STEP

BEYOND REALITY

ON THAT
THIN
RAZORS
 EDGE

OF

DREAMS

DREAMS
THAT

FAN

THE

FLAMES

OF

OUR

DESIRES
JUST ONE STEP
BEYOND

REALITY
THAT'S

OBSCURED

BY
OUR
FLAMING
DESIRES

j SWEPTSON

Light In The Dark Of Night"






In time before midnight I quitely slip into our bedroom hoping not to awaken you from your early sleep. The room softly lit by the moonlight that's slipped past the drawn shades. Gently pulling back the covers I slip into our warm bed almost as a feather. In the soft light I notice the frame of your face at times I need to as you at times put it just stare. As one would in disbelief. Disbelief that you are really there. In the dim light I notice your hands gentle and warm hands that I so enjoy holding, kissing. I feel your warm body next to mine. Wrapping my arms around you as you breathe in and out in rhythm to mine.Moments as these while you sleep allows our current to mingle our energy to flow from one to the other

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

EARTH WET IN SHADES OF RED

SHADES OF BLACK

VOICES

NOW HEARD

ONLY IN FAINT WHISPER

MUFFLED BY PAIN

BY SUFFERING

ONES EYES

AND EARS

FAR

TOO ACCUSTOMED

TO SUCH

WE TURN

LOOKING FAR BEYOND

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

EARTH BLACKENED BY DEATH

DEALT BY

MANKIND

MEN,WOMEN AND CHILDREN

TOSSED

ASIDE

PILED HIGH

AS ONE MIGHT

STACK WOOD

THEIR VOICES

NOW SILENT

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

j SWEPTSON