I keep the world without
As I keep my thoughts within.
Keep the lies at bay
To protect the truth again.
I look out from these eyes
In their varied hues
To protect the being
Within this iron skin.
Can I whisper secrets
Should I tell you true?
When I show you wonder
Veiled within the view?
Where resides the thunder
That rides beside the rain
Often over yonder, there
Beyond what’s never been.
Soft upon the windrow
Lay low beneath the heath
Warm within the cold stone
Wrapped in this iron skin.
Words that seek to shatter
Weft teased from ancient skein
Wove within with starlight
Words weaving once again.
Wrought from thoughts of aether
Forged from dreaming true
Threads of fine spun silver
Formed deft in fires view
Dance across the meadows
Of creations mind
Music soft and subtle
Gift from the heart, divine.
Hammer out the words at play
Spun from moonlight, soft as day
From the shadows cold and gray
Words upon a canvass lay
Teased and tangled on the wind
Cast upon my lips again
From the shadows deep within
Beneath this iron skin.