Long have I toiled in the endless dark
In search of something I could not define,
And finding nothing worthy of remark
I did my soul to loneliness consign.

I let the fog enshroud and block the light
And turned my steps to solemn solace face.
Not ready for those eyes that shone so bright,
A gleaming visage full of gorgeous grace.

O! How her radiance cut through so deep
Dispersing from my mind the stifling grey
Quick’ning my heart to take another beat;
A torrent of beauty before me lay.

Possessing a true touch that eases strife,
You gave these dead and fading eyes new life.

I’ve seen this beauty only twice before;
A radiant splendor greatly Divine.
A fresh vitality that can restore
This Heart anew and bring it forth in line.

To see such beauty twice is rare indeed
And so I never thought to count a third.
Confined to Darkness I did thus concede,
To never more for Beauty write a word.

But then I happened on your eager eyes
Reflecting back the most enchanted Light,
That ever did come down from God’s great sky.
Enlivening my own with fresh new sight.

For where tonight I was a waning glow
On sight of you my heart began to grow.

I’ve often wondered if I’d be happier
If you were not a mindful memory.
Erase the vow I made to you in fear,
Which casts my love to a false forgery.

My stalwart defense, eroding of late
As images of you do haunt my mind.
The burgeoning nightmares do correlate
To all the inner thoughts I bear unkind.

O! Empty sleep, how I did once love thee
And long to languish in thy dark embrace.
But shadows in thy night do now haunt me,
A portentous rest filled with her fair face.

No other promise do I hope to break
Save the one to you I made by mistake.

For within structure is where my mind lies
Exploring Order and all its device
Rejecting Chaos and all it belies;
A false image presented to entice.

I have long since forgotten who I am
Left solely to pretend with my face masked
Utterly ashamed her only demand
A glimmer of light to my dark contrast.

O, I have lived a lie all of this time.
My words and actions falling short again.
Containing within no essence divine,
No spark, no flame, no real truth to live in.

Follow the truth that you see in your heart
And wistfully away from me depart.

The all encroaching black has finally won
With only red spilled out amidst the floor:
To be the Stain, the Mark, of all passion,
Which we who view, want after, only more.

From Light to Dark we see the growing storm;
Torrential floods which plague the Artist’s mind.
What we all face from our first breath when born;
A reason to live we can’t seem to find.

O! Yes, the dark ink has taken you home
And now we only see you through your works,
But they have inspired works of my own
And countless more which hidden inside lurk.

And without you they would never see Light
But your inspired Courage gives them flight!

Underneath all the tears that I do shed
I will always find my way back to you.
For deep down dark inside of this bowed head
Grow machinations to subvert rescue.

For the entirety of my lost life
I have wanted to be a memory.
Cold calloused collateral of calm strife;
An accident of mental history.

But now I am hanging on by a thread
Pushed firmly to the brink of extinction.
The thought that circles round inside instead;
Could I have lived a life of distinction?

Of all the lies that I have said I lived
The current path will be the most abridged.

Awake my Soul and see the pressing Lie,
In which we hold so deeply trenched inside,
The thoughtless drivel we use to get by;
Has left Forsaken everything we tried.

A wish to gather up this heartless dust
And watch it sail amidst the winding wind.
A fleeting heart in simple cedar trussed
To be dismissed along with all his kind.

O, lest you should so falsely keep intact
The truth to which this wanton willow waxed;
Depart good Sir and never turn your back
To catch a glimpse of all that which has lapsed.

For nothing of such worth within I hold
For any story of mine to be told.

– Sir Winston Lear

This fire that did burn inside before
Has left the confines of this somber heart,
To take a hold of everything outside
And burn it up all without any smoke.

There is no trace behind for me to bear
Left solely with a desolate cavern,
Methinks this is the home I always knew;
These dreams I had were shadows never true.

Take heart, look up, and push on forward march,
To journey on with one step at a time.
Believe in those who do believe in you,
For that is the only belief in me.

Yet, after years of pushing rock up hill,
I have surmised best course is to sit still.

I wake each morning to the smell of you.
Small hints of Lavender do greet my nose,
As sweet melodies in my ear ring true;
A view to behold of my sweetest rose.

I feel the warmth flow from your hand to mine,
And taste your skin with every kiss I find.
Each loving caress cause hairs to incline,
Electrifying passion as hips grind.

Lost deeply in those eyes for all of time
Unable to escape all I can see;
A slow fall down the depths of beauty’s clyme
In search for that which was taken from me.

This memory is all that I recall
For with you gone, life has become banal.