Far away
On the shores of Shattered Dreams
A small, lone traveler
Learns that nothing is as it seems
Promises fade
Love is buried
The only constant things
Are death and decay
On the shores of Shattered Dreams
That one small traveler
Knows that no one can hear him
Even when he screams
He wanders on the shore
Made of sharp, jagged, unforgiving stone
The waves beat an angry rhythm
On that cold black stone
The sky is dark with stormclouds
Lightning cracks across the sky
Causing our young traveler
To look up and scream to the sky
"Who am I?"
"Am I just another face
You see as you walk down the street?
Am I someone you've met face-to-face
Or is that just another illusion from my tormented mind?"
The wind does not answer him
Nor do the waves
The sky still crackles with bright fire
They do not listen to his cries
The wind carries his words away
To be lost in the storm
As if they had never been spoken
And the traveler
Weary and lost
Sinks to his knees
On the shores
Of Shattered Dreams
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
On the Shores of Shattered Dreams
copyright 2005 H.J. Hanauer
Scribbled by H.J. Hanauer at 12:10 AM
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