We descended upon the city of secret lights With a hunger for the world in our hearts Chasing the taste of a dream we once had For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
City of Secret Lights
View From the Highest Tower
From atop the highest tower in the city You can imagine that, far off on the horizon, The fires of the battlefield are just visible As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
Visions Over the Sea
Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest To a place that has always waited for us This, the final passage of dreamers...
The Cobbler’s Workshop
The cobbler stands out front of his shop Smoking a cigarette on the street corner And I’m thinking how close he is to a storybook character Maybe he is one...
Skin Over Iron Bones
A cold city speaks of storybooks Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
Streets We Knew Together
I thought I could forget the day you slipped The day I lost you and so much more Truth is, there’s so many things now I want to forget It’s impossible to make it through them all.
Madman on the City Wall
Union of wind and sky over this seascape Shores in the distance moving away— Let them go, there are more ahead of us Unfurl the sails and catch that raging wind...
City in the Sky
A city in the sky, melting into the horizon Nations gather in the harbor, the deep water below Darkness connection the world by sand bars and shipping lanes
Like Us
The world is cold and dark with pockets of warmthNot the other way around.Like a city in winter—darkness filling in cracks betweenInsulated apartments, thick-paned windows to keep out the nightWhere hunger dwells.But the night must sometimes be braved.To live always in warmth is to be helpless when the cold comesWhen journeys are completed, or failed,Retreat... Continue Reading →
The City I Dream
In my dreams I walk through a cityI do not know which, but it is ancient.All around are the great works of its peopleThough they appear unweatheredTheir craftsmen are nowhere to be found.The beauty fills my heart with sadnessAnd my mind with fear.Over everything lies a deep expectancyAs if I am waiting for the comingOf... Continue Reading →
There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original... Continue Reading →
