Red Room Where the Writers Are

You fall,
Fall into Continuum.
Sometimes it's hard
When the end
Looks just like the start.
You fall,
Fall into supreme silence
Like a thousand screaming crows.
And the compass,
Your hope of guidance,
Has no needle...

But you know
There is something more
From the asylum of the sky.
The deceitful mist
Is your life's biggest lie,
For you are not alone,
And the soldiers
Are made of empty wood...

Sometimes it's hard
To flow through the unflowing,
To breathe what's not air,
But if you dare,
You could..

Stretch your strained arms
Before your sleepless eyes,
And point a north of your own.
You rise..

It's not time for Eternity yet,
Sometimes it's hard,
It's no easier
When you stop,
Only longer.
Sometimes it's hard
But it makes you stronger,
And you gather the scattered light
In the mist
To feed the faith in your heart.
Sing songs of victory
And smile your best.
The shore is near,
And you are not lost....