It’s all there, ready for the reaping,
set against a backdrop of a thousand suns
where we toil to the end of days...
Cry out to the one who walks ancient roads
those funeral trails built to honor the sky...
A city in the sky, melting into the horizon
Nations gather in the harbor, the deep water below
Darkness connection the world by sand bars and shipping lanes
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive
Stars digging their way through the sky
In an effort to reach the surface below
I know you shape the world between your fingers
Leaving behind beauty encased in sweetwater