Time

I don't know what time it was
Snow was falling, voices calling
Chills were running up and down my spine
Caught in the wreckage of a ship I sailed
Swimming for shore, fleeing from war
Am I running out of time
Twisted morality
Faces I yearn to touch
Sensing myself again
Why does it hurt so much
Knowing it's OK to let the fire reach my eyes
The fear still takes a hold of me Its powers patronize
Treasures of images
Slipping across my mind
Slivers of memories
Comfort so hard to find
Grasping for messages Flavors still on my tongue
Darkening passages Waiting for songs unsung