Limits

Very symbolistic

Limits

The sun it shines, when no one sees
On the oceans churning dark and deep;
From the streams that never find the sea,
To the wind that always seems to weep.

The branches in the forest groan,
And the rain that doesn't fill the seas.
The moon that shadows the great unknown
And the wind that moans in empty trees.

The sunless days surpass the nights,
That lurk long without a word.
A haunted place where shadows reach,
A bird's call that's never heard.

A chain that snaps with a fearful moan,
And gives a dark and empty wail;
Across the vast and empty lands
The blackened rains begin to hail.

Corners that stars will never find,
A land so empty, dark and deep.
With a road that goes on forever
A place where limits never keep.

In a land where ancient shadows lie,
Amid a world of woven trees;
In the forest singing sorrowfull...
Between the mountains and the seas.