faded lines, greying hair, <br />life spillt from a cup. <br />even stars fall down, <br />nothing ever falls up! <br /> <br />world changes, still the same, <br />or maybe getting worse. <br />vanity of vanities <br />riding in a hearse. <br /> <br />and the truth kills the lie <br />with a savage swing. <br />but there's a place <br />inside our dreams.... <br /> <br />a door only time can open, <br />a peace beyond all our hoping. <br />where beginning and end begin again. <br />the home of lightning and howling wind! <br /> <br />faith burned, anger earned, <br />fists against the wall. <br />you cant see what can be <br />when you cant hear the call. <br /> <br />the house you built, the spirit killed, <br />the love that in the end devours. <br />when seconds turn into lifetimes <br />in your final hours. <br /> <br />and the truth kills the lie <br />with a savage swing. <br />but there's a place <br />inside our dreams... <br /> <br />a door only time can open, <br />a peace beyond all our hoping. <br />where beginning and end begin again. <br />the home of lightning and howling wind.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginning-and-end-again/
