journey – The Light is On

It’s Always Raining Here

It’s always raining here, a secret language falling steady, collected in stone basins...

In another life with glasses raised and fire in our throats to keep us warm through the night...

gather handfuls to carry on out into dry lands along a trail of candles...

Hammer blows echo and never fade...

Ink in the deepest veins, coursing and flooding out to the plains...

Take flight the conquering hero...

Dreams of rain in the sky above caught by the sun in clouded cells...

Too many voices screaming, altogether one confusion...

Sound returns to a valley of whispers...

If you look closely enough the windows come alive with lights burned out long ago...

The same sky over grey seas watched the crossing, the slow voyage...

Carried by a single breath across the sky...

gather in the valley between night and day...

Give in to the whispered magic spell and sleep among the willows here...

Far from lands spent and wasted, where the last survivors walk searching for some reverence among broken shadows...