With
dream less eyes
I
wander in the circle of a dream
Knocking on dusk’s door
Looking to hold a crimson soul
Knowing well there is no colour there
But
a vast greyness that pervades
Like
a fool I search high and low
For
that elusive crimson soul
Deep
within me lie those molten fires
Waiting for their cue to liberate
But
as they simmer silently within
They
exude the crimson of a scorching soul
Oh
give me a lush green or some placid blue
Give
me the blazing gold of the sun
Give
me any other colour that can paint over
And
obliterate this need for my crimson soul…
~Horizon~
