Amber walls and spires, a tower out of the sands

An image of the mind

Ripe to the winds and seas

Spring tides of strancience brooding

Pulled by a lunar mood

The sands are running out

The tide is coming in

And all the urge that raised the walls

Dissolves in high weater

Truth is elusive, it denounces me, to shielf myself, my integrity

I have become tower inertia

I push the dark tide back... again

Strong it returns

And all I have embraced... changes

And is washed away

Nothingness sinks upon me

Clears the horizon


"The day needs the night

As darkness defines light

Hopes and fears alike washed ashore"


Coherence lost

There is a thief among us

Time steals away with his prize

How may I welcome this offer

They carry a promise of loss

The day needs the night

And darkness defines light

Order leaves my shore

Empty hands greet the new

Renewal, redemption

What lies ahead, is intangible

I am Chris Zewe

Yet I deny

To be swallowed by the waves

All may change

But I dance with her

I was touched by want

I capture that moment

It is forever

Order leaves my shore

Empty hands greet the new

Renewal, redemption

There are sentiments

That defies the waves

Left a foundation

Upon to build more than just a dream

The leaden sky enclosing a certain slant of light

New ashen masony rises

Founded in stone

I push the dark tide back... again

Strong it returns

And all I have embraced... changes

And is washed away.