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I am drowning;
Memories evade me at times;
The horseman is headless;
He never came out of the shade;
Although I chase him frequently;
Relentless are my efforts;
My words seem to fall upon deaf ears;
I should have given up long ago;
Still there is hope where no hope survives;
I shall remember it all the days of my life;
Cleansing myself in the cool waters;
Remembering it for my own sake;
Yet I am drowning in that which I also love;
The song I sing has sour notes;
But it is still a song of lost love;
A love that caused my heart to cry;
In a place where nobody could hear me;
The bird remains in my hand;
Yet it will not give flight upon its own wings;
Rather it would stay with me;
It's feathers stained by my stream of tears;
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Humbling myself before the dragon
Entering his solemn lair
There is no fear within my heart
Else the dragon be aware
The cave which within he dwells
Shafts of lighting break the way
Many have entered but never returned
Their hearts were not pure
They did not know the way
The dragon's heart is beating softly
He knows that I am near
I come to bring him messages
To whisper in his ear
Others of his kind in lairs
As they slept in peace
Were sought out by their foes
In search of golden fleece
Their heads were put on altars
Many drank their blood
As they made foolish oaths
Just before the flood
Nature's fury showed its face
Destroying all the altars
My message is to tell the dragon
To flee before he falters
He shall go in silent night
I will show the way
So he can dwell in distant lands
To see another day
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
In the garden where dreams came true
My father was a gentle man
Who took the time he spent with me
Where fairies could live
Those days when time suspended
The outside world did not matter
We shared moments with the butterfly
Trading ideas on many things
It was my fondest time in life
As the sparrow sings
Sweet songs that remind me
Of all that occured
The visions are clear
None are blurred
Grateful to have known
Those many days
Spent with father
Whom I adore
In my heart for ever more
Although it never was
I dream of it on lonely nights
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Martina searches for inner truth
Yet she may find it elusive in others
She has seen the bleeding hearts of
The many mothers
Who roam the streets in unspoken words
The dew upon the grass
That eludes the warmth of the sun
Yet it fades away like steam that rises
Although the emotion remains
Below it are the remains of lost civilizations
But their minds are not gone
She keeps them alive in her heart
So that they are never forgotten
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
