Through a Crystal Rose

If you could look through my eyes what memories would be seen? Would the eclipse still conquer?
Distant figures of myself, light and dark eluding shadows, tales and mysteries.
Weathered pages turn in the wind revealing ancient secrets.
Of when we stood face to face with ourselves searching for what the ancients found.

Different figments of the same; hiding innocence, hiding darkness.
Delicate curves shimmering incandescence radiate my soul.
Child I see in these multiple faces, dream state bliss sheltering mirth.
Still through the crystal rose searching. I’m all I see. It’s all I see.

Still grasping onto these promises; still searching, still waiting,
For the dark light that holds everything; still can’t escape from its wrath.
The torrent that engulfs; submit ourselves to its all conquering strength,
Till we lie on emerald shores and are greeted by ourselves.

Different figments of the same; hiding innocence, hiding darkness.
Delicate curves shimmering incandescence radiate my soul.
Child I see in these multiple faces, dream state bliss sheltering mirth.
Still through the crystal rose searching. I’m all I see. It’s all I see.

Looking through this crystal rose I see all; still searching for myself,
As the years have all grown cold I heard that innocent little voice.
Though it sings to me I still forget everything that I’ve learnt.
Now standing grasping to these futile dreams; still I fall,
Where clarity’s fading grace is heard, screams to the last.
Still looking through this crystal rose.