I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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A Hole In The Sky

Apparitional night haunting the dawn;
His ghostly embrace, you no longer miss.
Between silence of shadows all have birth -
In death we are freed from slavery's kiss.
Mystery's culmination e'er in doubt,
Though will we walk a continuous path.
Finding, releasing; forging, severing;
Through constant threats of an almighty wrath.
Memories of days, migrating from mind,
From tombs of time are wrestled then replayed.
On love's altar rests the off'ring long-sought -
Outside the normal conceit on parade.
Where dead souls reside and we found our home,
Paralysed under the wild-staring sun,
We conquered his glare, together escaped,
Donned this dome of light, our life just begun.