Out there they said some things could be remembered...
the revellers in fields under moonlight,
laughter and screams of something, maybe fear...
On our descent the winds shifted
and hid the world we were returning to
under haze and smoke of distant fires...
A low droning cry cuts through the morning
still silence shattered by the call to prayer...
Come through the archway into bloodstained halls
and follow me to the edge of the chasm...
As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour
I’ve kept the moon company this night
Watching candle wax collect and overflow
Onto a table wrought from hallucination...
You say I have you
Here in the dark between our hearts
This moment that will beat on unending
Beneath that whisper meant to give me peace
Yet I see more in your eyes than you know
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 There’s Work to Be Done