Fragments From the Garden Isle

A glimpse in time I wander your rugged roads Ignited by a glowing future Digging into my own mind So that the surgeon might fix himself Sullied in a swinging sorrow... Born into your light at the start of the day I then mire under the stars each night in a rueful decay A zillion lives in a day Fractured love is love after all... The Garden Isle holds you closer than Oahu does Less of the screams and shouts of industry While ghostlike fortune shoots from my ears My identity dispersing And I stand aright on a beckoning beam... Soldiers of madness don your fake noses Rename your children And run aground with me Haunt the light that has no name Leaves of morass This is what drains Not being able to hold dear to one rhythmic chord Sensing escape I flee I mean to fly When instead the will sponges back into life And I am a coward among cranberries Mending the unlocked gate Laughing for you Where silence would be stronger Just not as fun The arrangement of our lives Appear as boundless landscapes Illuminating a glimpse of the now Time untethered For your remorseless surrender