With oceans of potential, deep and vast,
Ideas churning so dangerously fast.
Its sands lay untouched, undiscovered dreams.
The beach of the subconscious darkly gleams.
These dreams preserved, the thoughts left unspoken,
Yet once unearthed, the seal has been broken.
New shores accessed and intelligence gained,
As the potential becomes less contained.
Dark is the beach, like the secrets it holds.
Quick is its tide, as each memory unfolds.
A place of refuge, the mind is at ease,
Where the moon won’t sink to the ocean’s crease.
A game of shaddows
Unto the darkness to hide your face,
unto the life you thought disgrace.
Hark now the angels cry
for we in turn are fit to die.
So into the shaddows we hide our pain
fearing to see the light again.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.