Ariadne's Thread

All as One

in time, i would

where all others might not

it is in the shadows, full of doubt

round and about, this place

shrouded in, outside pain

the kind of love, that gods alive

in fiery earth, by heaven's mirth

by the presence, the pull, patience within

bring me full, circle round to the table

where my descent falls, and my time

does call, from colder days

spent on a person, whose truce

meant nothing to me now that i feel alive

all and again, in habit forming pleasure

the gain by others grin, in shadows they speak

to entrance waters and heaven's gate

by the angel's heads of golden spawn

these memories are all bitten, and soiled with dawn

the anguish in rivers, where oceans recede

and mountains they fall, by dirty banks

pebbles still, all emotion does seem to mean

such in time, all in again

where colors of anger still remain

my life speaks these tides

in one moment lingers, and hangs by rhyme

so listen to me, just one last time