The Hidden Hand

Be silent
Speak no more
Find your force before it slips into the void
Be vigilant
Stay your hand
And stand your ground in No Man’s Land
Be silent now
Deceptions are whispered in tongues of fire
The will of the machine, the spider on the wire
Roiling seas beyond a web of steel
How did I never see their waves before today?
I only wish to run away
Violet skies are mirrored in my eyes
It must be by design, because it feels so real
I want to believe I can heal
Each time I draw near, again I’m forsaken
It must be illusion and nothing more
I give up on the dream each time I awaken
Still it compels me
An unseen shore
The darkening sky calls me out
This voyage seems more and more familiar every night
Now, in defiance of my doubt
Intensifies that omnidirectional light
I am lost
And silently hoping to say my last goodbye
Maybe this time
The shroud that wraps around my throat
Vehemently denies
The world behind my eyes
Despairing in the storm
I fear I am fated to be drawn beneath
The shapeless cold, the fathomless deep
But then the parting fog reveals the truth
An island comes into view
The hidden hand that lifts my voice
Heeds the calling and leaves me with no choice
The bleeding edge comes all too soon
And tears the silence open like a wound