Eyes out of night beyond transcendence
come alive in a charade before the masses
black as ink waiting to tell their story
to pour out and drown the reaching hands
Swim away through midnight and you may survive
Float over fathoms deep, kingdoms of the sun
long fallen to the crushing depths and lost
What stories might their dust tell
of death blows struck in silence?
And the slow crumbling of every winding road
away from destinations never reached
is the answer to a thousand prayers
cast out and falling as rain on deaf ears
drowning out the song of secrets
and carried by a wind that stirs along the dusty road
Looking forward to the week ahead, which is all I can really ask for! Hope this finds everyone well.