...Heads Bowed...
A moment of bitterness overcomes me
The object is there but I am not ready
The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me
Mezmerising chimes distant and abstracted

...The Descent...
I enhance the object of stone, a statue
Concentrating my mind on this point
Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify
I am following the quabalistic tree

...Oblivion...
The endless images of forthcoming tranquility
Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies
Day is night and time is nonexistant
I am not in my own forever...

Dusk has arrived and we are all lonely
Gardens stand still like stone
We look to the clouds for they form epic pictures
Meaningful to some, meaningless to others

The earth stands still, the air is silent
We all dream together, yet we are all alone
The world is a lonely place, for all to pity our existence
Our minds in a maze, we do not know where to go from here

We share the pain, we feel the sorrow
This dismal place in which we stand
Becomes our kingdom of cold stone
A place for all to dream eternally

A somber tale passed through the ages
The clouds hold the answers, yet still we search

Dusk has arrived and we are all lonely
Gardens stand still like stone
We look to the clouds for they form epic pictures
Meaningful to some, meaningless to others

The earth stands still, the air is silent
We all dream together, yet we are all alone
The world is a lonely place, for all to pity our existence
Our minds in a maze, we do not know where to go from here

We share the pain, we feel the sorrow
This dismal place in which we stand
Becomes our kingdom of cold stone
A place for all to dream eternally