Harsh lights

In darkness lay,

Like broken bottles

On an endless quay.

Bright shining seas

Stretching far away,

From places that we never see,

To tomorrows that exist today.

The space between a moment

That leads on to another;

The echo in a robin's call,

And hearts all split asunder.

The mysteries

That only live

In the secret places

That we never give

To others

That we

Don't know

Or see.

The hopes

That we

Hold close to us,

Our lives set out to be.

Blinding truths

And broken lies,

Open your mind

To close your eyes.

Things we see

Without seeing,

Cold hearts in pain

These things are bringing.

All these things and more

We know,

But never think upon,

For if we gave in to the show,

We'd live like beggers

Without hope,

Seeking things that they can't know,

Always hanging from another's rope.

You'd think that if

We didn't know

These things that we don't know,

We would be free of low

Yet lofty lies

That spring from hidden meanings

In a lover's arms

And hide in their gleanings.

But we are not

And so we live,

Afraid of the garden

And not the sieve.

We live untrue,

By untold lies,

By flickering fire,

And broken cries.

We seek happiness

And only find sorrow,

We remember yesterdays

And yet still dread tomorrow.

Don't we know

That, spoken true,

Yesterdays are 'nother days,

And tomorrows we'll not rue?

No, we don't,

And so we wait,

Afraid of shadows

And long-lost bait.

We don't know

Half the things

We think we know,

We act like kings

But we are fools,

Living for the days

And never seeing that

What matters is the ways

That we express our love

To those we care about,

And knowing that that love

Is the one thing we can never do without.