Broken Dream

…and
I dream
another
broken dream,

waiting
on the Silver
Sun,

waiting
on the Golden
One,

I
weep
and feel
the World,
it’s Pain,

I
weep
and slowly
fade away,

the
Mirror reflects
my final
Fears,

my
solitary,
lonely
Tears,

the
Mystery
that is
Me,

I
suppose
I shall eternal
seek,

ever
watching
the Rending Moon,

ever
waiting on
the Spirit Sun,

to
illuminate
my tattered Soul,

to
revitalize
my shattered Soul

Tymen