Ode to a Twilight Sky
By: Adam M. Snow

To bear witness to the beauty above,
to know it's everything one could love.
With the sights of the twinkling lights,

The Star
By: Adam M. Snow

The star in the sky,
is evermore so bright.
It'll never fade away,
as it fills the sky with light.
It's something to reach for,
when you're awake or asleep.

Frozen
By: Adam M. Snow

Memories frozen and gone,
like sands in broken time,
'gainst the blackest of dawn,
yet cold with no love sublime.
To be alone in ice of despair,

Broken Lullaby
By: Adam M. Snow

Awaken the children,
let them see,
all agony's within,
and perhaps just maybe,
they would lose all hope,
all their dreams,
all feelings would cope,
not the moon's shattered beams.

Awaken the infant,
the one who's mild,
as the moon once crescent,
now sings to that child.
All is lost,
so it seems,
like floods of life in frost,

No Rest for the Weary
By: Adam M. Snow

There's no rest for the weary;
all those times we were dreary;
and agony suffers evermore.
We are swallowed by time;
wanting to die;
all from tormented prime;
and the tears we've shed evermore.

We are weak, bounded by fate;
surrounded by, no love but hate.
There's no dream for the weary;
and all around the night grew eerie.

Again
By: Adam M. Snow

Again yet again I see you ponder;
as you wander away from me;
as I be to you but an echo among the wind.
Again I find myself longing for your touch;
and your warm gentle love so much.
Let us be yet another dream come true;
again let us be a wish upon a star in the sky of dark blue;
as we become yet anew, I stand here with you;

On Borrowed Time
By: Adam M. Snow

We're living on borrowed time;
cherished by love sublime;
amaze, are the sights unseen;
and agony is but demean.

We're living on borrowed dreams;
living a life and all it seems;
these words are no longer unspoken;
our lives now unbroken.

We're living a fantasy;
beyond this reality;
to a world we call our own;
for we are no longer left alone.

Born of Serenity
By: Adam M. Snow

The sky dancers' dance,
for the flower's grace,
angel tears by chance,
falls upon a new born's face.
Open all eyes,
seeing the world anew,
get up and rise,
and dive into the ocean blue,
deeper to a whole new world,
seeing life unlike before,
with morning dews impearled,
gold becomes the shore.

Pain
By: Adam M. Snow

Tormented lies,
and pain filled eyes,
hatred scorned,
and all who mourned,
suffers with an empty abyss,
with no hope nor bliss.

So let the dead walk,
let dreams be broken,
there's no hope for the lost,
all voice's unspoken.

There's no rest for the weary,
no rest for the wicked,
all is caged,
all is dreary.

The scars dripping blood,