Canyon Wall


Seen within the distant abyss
canyon of flowing waters
under currents that ever flow
down a river of the misty soul
waves of pain they rise, they fall,
echoes down crimson canyon wall

Ever trying to focus with openess of mind
senses chilled and clinging to lost time
seen only from a place long ago
this winding river it will flow
waves of pain they rise, they fall,
echoes down crimson canyon wall

Yet distant wind blows over sand
echoes down a troubled soul
flowing around, over and past the place
rippling, trying, yet they seek to remember
waves of pain they rise, they fall,
echoes down crimson canyon wall

Caught up they rise and seem to dance
caught in this realm of peaceful chance
warmed by the bright sun piercing through
peace and rest almost become real
eluding the distant soul of trouble
waves of pain they rise, they fall,
they echo off canyon wall

With this one thing try to clearly see
troubled soul blowing across time
echoes back down crimson canyon walls
waves of pain they rise, they fall,
they echo off crimson canyon wall

Hookman