Of Spirit and Form

A face in the night
Bright but displaced
Dissident mirror behold
The traveler astray

Hold out the light so long to
Brace coming day
A whisper of echoes pleading
I hear what you say

As cold rivers run
To wash away flame
The currents of time won't let up
For all dams should break

So loved to be all wrong
Though fate can't be changed
Thus, onward the wretched hearts breed
To bring morning's bane

I know the afterimage bleeding through
Be the last transmission, painful in its truth
And all fades in time

Here at the edge of living
Stand at the gates, how hard you've fought
A soul cased in glass, no stones to throw
This is the way you'll let go