A labyrinth of a dream

A labyrinth of a dream

Across the bridge of time we roam the labyrinth
of a dream. Narrow streets of twisted steel
covered in ash and shadows.
In stillness

Everything retreats into silence of pain, amid a
facade of broken pillars left wayside to an open
grave,  

pillar's carved in stone, desolate crumbled
at the rivers edge. Wilted shadows over
tombs of unburied lay in a nocturnal voice of
faded roses.  

Twisted in steel the poppies speak for wounded souls  
as soft hands of angles touch
their silent faces.

between the corridors of space
and time a single stroke of a bell, an
echo fades into the hearts it touches.  

Into depths of sleeping flames and blood
lay naked in rubble by rivers bed, towers fallen
on sound of doves wings the hand of death closes
as hero's sleep and mothers weep. clocks stand
still Behind a rusted cross where flowers grew