The Un-broken Chains

My nerves tied hard to your memories
My dreams on the run from a pointless start
These chains binding you and me, dragging you to the depths
Dragging my heart to despair
The dreams filled with you, the dreams where I cry
The dried grass blades that dance on my neck
Tall, dying, dry , scorched by the high Sun
The thoughts that bounce in the small box in my chest
The chain with alternating links of pain and rage
The chain that snatched you away
Now you speak the language of Dreams
All these poems couldnt help me understand
I break apart the hands in the clock
Trying to recreate the past, to feel it again
Madness, if I were to sing a poem, thats what people would exclaim
But the chain that binds my heart to yours, my father
Still remains Unbroken!

There is a smith in the wilderness
Who has a hammer that can break the hearts
Sitting idly, eating the winds,
With hungry eyes he sees all the way from there
The hammer engraved with names, infinite
And broken chains all around, he calls from there
The many voices he has, the many ears I have
Sing a song of an agreement, like a bride and a groom exchanging vows
The many voices echoing on the darkness of this heart
I wonder what fee he would charge!
The one in the wilderness, with the big hammer
Big enough to break these chains!