- December 1918
Our footsteps are naked, retreating to hide
In the ruins of some place she came from,
Her eyes fleeting quickly, not resting upon
The empty streets that surround her,
With the signs in the distance
Aging but bright
Facing the winds of the winter
With the sky melting slowly on pillars of stones,
- Lady
You looked at me with troubled eyes,
And brushed the hair from your face,
Then asked me into your room,
I knew what you were trying to say.
I saw shadows dance and die,
In the flames, upon the walls,
You said you couldn't find the words,
- One Day, Today Or Tomorrow
Reality spread in confusion,
Time has no pity to offer your eyes,
As you walk in the rain splashed neon,
That calls out in pain.
The statue stands with its arms to the wind,
That beckons you forward
To win or to lose, your game.