opening the doors
opening the rooms to us
a hope to transcend
this deadened consciousness
i call home
passion drains the pain away
biting through
as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh
and i wait too
a wild eyed child running faster than
the echo of her mother's loving voice
closing over us all
opening the doors
opening the rooms to us
a prayer to feel again
the warmth of memories
i call home
spellbound into this domain
of dreamlike waters' heavy groan
it is nothing more than that
that which we have always known:
that six months is not long enough
to forget that everything erased will be written again
for now we know,
the waiting is until the end
the waiting is until the end