storm

sing the times

discordant silver threads

sing sublime

we'er yet alive, not dead

both sprite and wisp

embrace your plea

yet your singing gift

is come soliloquy

darkness is but balance hewn

'cross firmament and sky

just another veil that's strewn

across our far-flung eyes

compels more vigour in the glee

resistance to the stone

if spirit is to be set free

then we must fly for home

circles mark these earthen halls

whilst candle affords light

would this song transcended walls

e'en when our belief is slight

the sedentary take offence

when sojourners ascend

for some there is no recompense

for that which still portends

i hear the chorus of the lost

invoking circle songs

break the chain at any cost

it is here where you belong

a sigh, the sea, and then the sun

ideas morphing unto form

a torrent contained within one

as e'er becoming storm