05-27-2014, 12:01 AM
Edit 1.75 (An unfinished edit taking to account others' suggestions. This condenses some of the ideas, and tries to add a greater sense of depth to the subject)
Edit 1.5 (An edit made without others' suggestions):
Original:
Cold winds may blow through these golden years,
and quench the flames of love.
The heart may freeze into icy glass,
but cheerful still is your hearth.
Thick mists may blind the wide-eyed soul,
from roads unsullied by doubt.
The cloudless skies may dim their lights,
but brilliant still is your hearth.
and quench the flames of love.
The heart may freeze into icy glass,
but cheerful still is your hearth.
Thick mists may blind the wide-eyed soul,
from roads unsullied by doubt.
The cloudless skies may dim their lights,
but brilliant still is your hearth.
Cold winds do blow o'er these golden hills,
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.
Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.
Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.
Still I see
the light of your hearth.
The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.
Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.
And I know that one day I'll discover you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's industry or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.
Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.
Still I'll reach for
the home of your heart.
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.
Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.
Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.
Still I see
the light of your hearth.
The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.
Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.
And I know that one day I'll discover you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's industry or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.
Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.
Still I'll reach for
the home of your heart.
Cold winds do blow o'er these golden hills,
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.
Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.
Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.
Still I see
the light of your hearth.
The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.
Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.
And I know that one day
I will find you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's diligence
or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.
Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.
Still I'll come
to the home of your heart.
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.
Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.
Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.
Still I see
the light of your hearth.
The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.
Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.
And I know that one day
I will find you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's diligence
or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.
Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.
Still I'll come
to the home of your heart.