Radiance bound within waiting to be cast,
Revealing ageless secrets of the past,
Generations of silence like bars of a cell,
Transformed passion of a different sense,
Takes my mind off in the distance,
Paving the way of fond memories,
Flowing through my veins to all extremities,
The hand of an artist reveals to me,
Visions of lands only I can see,
When the silence of the spell is waived,
Will these memories be saved?
Lingering like a ghost, it wails,
Haunting me with its tales,
Never again to be seen by sight,
Only in the reflecting light.
by Bryan Bennington