Chryton

"Wisp of Love" It goes by so fast, Life, love, sleep. One begins to wonder If they are perpetually asleep Or perpetually awake. When my eyes first fell upon you, I could not grasp what you were, Your beauty entrapping my soul. Are you a dream? Drifter of the subconcious. Created by some sleep deprived mind To bring nothing but sadness in your wake? Are you a reality? Born of two and maker of one. Here to walk with the unknown And let him be known? Are you an angel? Resplendent beauty and grace. Reaching to mere mortals To guide the worthy. When I first became entrapped, I began to question my validity, Each moment reass

"Into The Breach" "Into the breach!" a disembodied voice yells. Thousands pour through the gap. Those rushing in know not what is on the other side. What lies there is death and destruction, Love and hope, Hate and bitterness, Life and rebirth. Thousands pour through the gap, None knowing what is to come. One man stands upon the threshold. One man stands as other rush by. One man looks upon the other side in aw, in wonder. One man's feelings are torn asunder. One man who is to choose life or death. I am the man upon the threshold. I am the man who looks upon the other side. I am the man with the mind askew. I am the man who

"Orchestra of Hues" A man sits in front of a canvas. He is painting a song. A song of life, A song of love, A song of the soul. Blues, Greens, Oranges, Yellows, His canvas springs to life. Rivers of sorrow, Fields of bliss, Storms of rage, Sunsets of peace. A man sits in front of a blank canvas, Waiting for the model to pose. A pose of happiness, A pose for life, A pose of woe. Whites, Purples, Reds, Blacks, You can almost touch the face in the portrait. Whites of purity, Purples of royalty, Reds of desire, Blacks of despair. A man sits in front of a blank canvas, Looking at the bowl of fruit. A bowl of prosperity, A

"Take My Hand (Where we can go)" Come on, Give me your hand, girl, And let's run away. Let's run off. Run off to a land of dreams, A land of endless light showers of rain, A land of picturesque sun-sets, A land of hope, A land where we can be alone. Be mine, if only for a moment, be mine. Come on, Give me your hand, And let's run away. We'll be headed for sylvan planes, Baby blue skies, Endless beaches, Babbling brooks, And winding streams. Come on baby, Just give my you hand, And let's get away. Go where it's just us, Where we can do anything, And no one will disturb us. Come on, Give me your hand, And let's run a