The Unforseen

What's unseen is yet so clear
Without maybe your mark or touch
Still it can rest here

As soon as the split is close
And we both take the other end
And try to pull things back together
But instead we just tear things apart
And the strings push us out to our tethers
Sailing away, but never nearer to a friend.

And through murky skies you send
Murky lies, and never without knowing blindness
Can I fight my way through to you
For basing on sight just can't be true
For what I see is as close to life
As what a dead tree may do
Shedding gray leaves which
At one point, we all pick up
And then we think they are what we need
To have, in order to understand
The happiness at hand, for only when comparing
The dark and the bright
Can we know what's alive, and what is light.

But then when the moon can soar
Into your mind and then you must rely on hold alone
The bars once iron are now inside, and locked
Back inside your mind, the maze that cannot be solved
The riddle filled with holes, the river burning with flow,
And the last of the trains going home

You keep my gaze inside a mirror
Hoping that when dust falls over
The curtains that you can no longer open
There will still be something there
Something nearer, than the sinking
Fear, so low
That to follow you must not dream of blinking
For in that time, everything can change
And like a drowning memory
In the flames you finally feel
Our eyes' exchange.