Lost in valleys of the smoking hills,
a highway runs with no beginning and no end...
It was out on the broken glass slopes
of mountains that towered as kings
over the wild-light desert
where I watched the ruby sky turn to ink...
From outside these walls absolution is a memory
And exaltation seems a thousand miles away
But I’ve seen the faces in the hall of deliverance
Longing for all they were promised...
The voice that calls out across the field
Calls out in beckoning, come ever closer
With fists clenched hidden at its sides
And the breath of waiting for this moment thick in its mouth...
Outside a starlit window stretches a snow-filled plain
Blank canvas waiting in the night for a hand to fill it.
Candle flames flicker against the glass,
A queen’s face reflected in a fantasy
Where her mind wanders with its waking thoughts.
Are you there, at the edge of vision
Just beyond sight, the grass around your body
Bent as a servant to a king
A voice of the river, breath is the rolling sea...
Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgottenTrails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,Still ready to radiate into the cold world of nowThough it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving onForgetting… Continue reading Behind Us