In a Chasm of Stone
Infinity, the obvious to existence
Aeons beyond it goes on
Passes us in bottomless oceans
Where sleeps the one to awaken


Beneath endless streams of ideas
Goes on without a thought
Beneath endless dreams, without a life to lose

Not all may fit into a lifetime
Yet more than one to a dying moment
The memory fades, and the old
Be reborn

In a chasm, of solid stone
The echoes breach silences' walls
Devouring deep below the solid
Time yet come to awaken

A premonition of coming days
Ominous, dreary dreams of extinction
A lonely echo cried:
"It is the power, the power behind a name
The mind's shadow that blocks out even the brightest light"

If a dream is a shadow
The idea, a fragment of the fact
If the truth is solid, we are the rupture

Not all may fit into a lifetime
Yet more than one to a dying moment
The memory fades, and the old
Be reformed

The light always casts a shadow
In darkness it controls
In ways man can't comprehend
This world unfolds

A premonition of coming days


The silence for us it provides
The surreality hides us within
In darkness we're disguised
And found within we are again