journey – Page 2 – The Light is On

Glass Door

The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands...

The wind carries our voices away across bleak lands soaked with trails of our blood...

If the message were clear then everyone would understand it, and we wouldn’t have to sit here listening to the same song over and over...

This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...

And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...

And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...

Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering...

I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...

Sails furled at the calm water bay, drifting toward port as ghosts of long summer spent on seas with a will set to break us...

Where walk the shades of the once-lived wraiths on pilgrimage to lands of smoke and shadow gone over rain-starved and broken roads...

Only hope letting go, drifting away on the breath of an aching universe...

You’ve been bleeding ink for miles on your dead man’s trek across the desert...

They breathe air to survive and choke on it...

It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to...

Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river...