Avalon

Petals in the hurricane, tender skin still bruised,

The breeze will whisper again of the azure blue,

Mud cannot stain the air, the innocence is might,

Shrinks away like the golden sun before the dark night,

Vindictive echoes still linger here, like emptiness in a cave,

Hearts are open doors, but here the angels cannot save,

What brings the light, in its wake brings the sorrow,

And the quietude of the darkness swallows,

Lonely paths do these broken feet take,

Like the song the mockingbird fakes,

The earth spreads forever like a bed of roses,

Wayward the soul, by unseen forces,

Long to be touched and beheld a while,

Need to forsake the truth and smile,

The waves seem to speak of those frozen times,

When you were broken for someone's crimes,

And though this rift will seem untrue,

Broken though you are, but I will fix you...