If only the eyes that see fire
could feel the touch of flames creeping closer...
I knew before I even left that place that I would return
again one day of many to see the waters flow...
I saw where solid rock turned into shadow
from far above something I’ll never know...
Where walk the shades of the once-lived
wraiths on pilgrimage to lands of smoke and shadow
gone over rain-starved and broken roads...
Here I stand where the earth breaks away,
waiting for the night to die...
Everything’s distorted coming in from the outside
through a cracked window leaking sunlight...
Walking through the halls—a shadow
drifting at the edges, the far corners of a mind
given way to raving at the night through broken windows...
Cry out to the one who walks ancient roads
those funeral trails built to honor the sky...
From out of the west come visions of gold
Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed
The long moments become waves of a silent sea
Rolling inexorable to the city wall...
Still they speak in whispers of the intangible
Silver shadows crawling over the night-soaked walls
Fall silent when I raise my head to listen.
It was only for a breath that I saw you
Your shadow passed behind some silhouetted appliance and was gone
And the words I meant to say to you sprang out across the chasm
With never an inkling chance that you would ever hear them...
She paid the ferryman with a gold coin and a lingering glance
No other passengers waited to board
So he pushed back from the dock into the current
Sweeping down to tunnels through the red cliffs
And lights deep within of something almost like a city.
I could listen to your lies forever
Give me no glimpse of the truth
Shroud me in your black curtains
Until words have no meaning
Remember what you said to me when the sky fell
Screaming streaks of color that painted us invisible
As I move beneath the sun
The shadows I cast choke life I cannot see