journey – The Light is On

Glass Edge

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...

shadows walk where their sins are remembered...

Prepare the call of eastern sun— the fires are burning on the plains, the smoke intoxicating, wafting over us...

A slow dive through fading light reveals what always waited at the edges...

These grooves worn into the dirt are traces of a well known make-believe...

On soft winds the screams can be heard— a slowly overwhelming, neverending cacophony...

The ropes of this bridge across nothing one by one are snapping...

I walked hand in hand with a ghost, suspended together in time above a thousand worlds passing us by...

Become faceless and the dead will pass you by on their search for hallowed ground to rest upon...