The Hollows

 

I am not frightened By the hollows With the skeletal trees And the lonely cries Of a crow Doesn't phase me My eyes reach for the gray skies And I don't know why The rustling leaves at my feet  Lead me into the mists Where there are no traces And there are no faces Broken streams Follow broken dreams Love is constant Even in these times Where there is nothing But silence And the ties that flow  In my imagination With-holding Clear eyes I am not frightened by the hollows Because...I am not so alone And the distant memories Of open skies With open hearts And open eyes I am more than alone And...more than alive...