Behind The Eyes OF Madmenn

Gaze into the dawn
Only to capture the sunlight.

Hidden words are spoken
Behind the doors to the minds of madmen.

Towering firs and grazing deer
Listen cautiously
But cannot fathom or decipher
The eloquent language that they speak.

Listen to the discordant shouting of the stars
As they force their way
Through the barriers of the twilight's sky.

Behold the countenance of the early morning's sun.
All that can be seen are rays refracting
Against the ice-clad inlets,
And the sight of the naiads dancing rhythmically
Wherever the horizon begins.

Read the hidden words
As spoken through the eyes of madmen-
Just secretly and discreetly
Walk barefooted past midnight
In the shoes of the Man -In The -Moon.

Dawn

I never have liked the snow,
But today at dawn
The crisp winter breeze,
The glory of the ice-capped mountains
Awakened my spirit,
And the warmth of the fiery sun nurured me.
THe sight of sea foam
That surfaced upon the ocean waves
Cleansed my soul.
My eyes,
Fixated on this magnificent scene
Made me forget
That there had been a time
That I felt
That there was no reason to live.