To Knock on Death’s Door

In times past

I’ve but dared to softly rap

Upon your age-ed door
Veiled in shadow

And a musk of mildew

I could not brave a louder score
The copper handle, the cold bolts

The rough, splintered wood

Send chills to my core
But alas!

Beyond the threshold and in death’s bleak domain

Is one I’m searching for!
So now I bang

And tear and claw-

To gain even a peak beyond it do I roar
For behind your locks of steel

Behind the death-soaked wood

Is the memory of a love worth fighting for

Daydream

I got lost in a daydream that once was

And yet will never come to be

Gazing to a memory just because

And from there a tomorrow I will never see

O it seems such a lost cause

To allow my mind to wander so free

To put my life on pause

To remember you here with me