The stage is set

By Aaron Hoimyr

Help me, hold on to me, great dreamer,

There are no stars in my skies; my nights have drawn cold,

And this crevice of pitch-black memories sets my stage,

Where the music plays its song, the dancers dance to the beat of heartbreak,

They dance through the heartbreak, desperately to attain your dream,

Oh great dreamer

Your stage of pitch black can only remember what has never come,

One that has never lost knows not what there is to gain,

What a stage is set for you, oh great dreamer,

What a stage is there for you to decorate with vibrant joys of tomorrow,

Yet the tug of war begins, as the violin plays its piece, the dancers dance

Through the heartbreak, through the murky storm they’ve been born

I beg of you, remember me when I delve into that pit,

Where one sees nothingness, a springboard,

An open stage,

Set for life to begin,

I see a place of shadows, a past of confusion and mysteries that rot the soul,

It plagues my mind with questions and insecurity

I delve into you, swimming deeper with no breath left in me,

I suffocate,

With no escape but to surface, what has sunk so deep within me

Within my canyon of discontent,

There lies truth

I beg of you, dreamer, remember me as I search and seek for myself within this,

This dark clay that moulds me, this rod that breaks me,

This past that creates me, I plead with you, let me remember you,

For without you, dreamer, I will lose my way and sink deeper into despair,

Deeper within the suffocating ocean of brokenness that overflows my heart,

The hope for those who dance to the beat of heartbreak,

withers away with every pace of my search,

For heartbreak is a broken lover that cannot still herself,

It searches desperately for an outlet, like the child in between,

A parent’s conflict, a tug of war of love, a manipulation to bring devotion,

A devotion to bring manipulation, that causes me to want to run

So dreamer I pray, content the dancers who dance to the beat of heartbreak,

For the crowd does not know what heartbreak sounds like,

To them, they dance to the joys of life, very beautifully,

For I will surface soon, and I will bring me back,

I will find myself, and close the doors to this dark room,

And the beginning of life can commence 

For when one finds himself and bleeds truth,

His heart beats freely, and the colours of life spill onto his stage,

The violin is replaced with an orchestra of flutes and woodwind instruments,

Which play whimsical dances in the Garden of Eden,

And let the dreamer within come alive with paintings of future love,

The future was before just a dream, where no stage could be set

Now the crowd will roar in applause, as the show continues,

With heightened enthusiasm and thrills,

And a surprise ending to this interpretive dance

Will cause all to remember the man, who persisted in his hope,

And the endless dreamer, who set the dancers of love to motion