Fleeting Glimpse

Another day, like every day,
Spent staring into space
In a surreal kind of purgatory,
Between Heaven and the grave,
Where lost victims congregate,
Trying to understand their fears,
Where lost souls try to postulate,
And broken hearts shed tears.

I stand alone in gloomy silence,
To watch the flowers wither.
The kiss of death to innocence,
A heartbreak's been delivered,
Burning cold within the soul,
I close my eyes and sail away,
On the melted tears of icicles.
A constant flow of misery.

Sometimes a glimpse of something real,
When the image of a memory,
Crawls hauntingly back to me,
With a shiver of ghostly energy
That tingles through my bones,
Burning an ephemeral light.
It promises to take me home,
Before fading into the night.

Will this mysterious voyage ever end?
Am I forsaken in my pain?
Is this just a game of pretense,
Or is it all part of a greater plan?
Will the aurora borealis
Take me from this blackened land?
And will I once more find solace
Within the fingers of your hand?

And as the silence sends your name
Echoing through my sorrow,
I feel your presence once again,
Step out from the shadows.
I feel the cold embrace of tragedy,
Mock me in its evanescence,
And the torment of my reality,
All that is left, is a fleeting glimpse.