Through lands of milk and honey he went,
left behind all who watched him walk away
to search for those in the shadows
who still reach for the cornucopia...
Hills against the wind press on into night
over the peaks and away to the last descent...
So many eyes peering out of the walls
watching together by the roadside
the passing dreamers going home...
Slow moving shadows across a face of marble
a chant to the sky frozen on lips of stone
and within, a mind alive and burning...
Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered
bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky
the white glare across space and time...
I remember you and I out wondering what ocean that was
We opened a bottle, ready to toast death
And out poured starlight with no end
So we caught it in our glasses and drank...
For years I scaled the tower wall
Daring for a chance to feel the iron summit
And when I reached the top I found you
Lounging in starlight and commenting on the weather...
From atop the highest tower in the city
You can imagine that, far off on the horizon,
The fires of the battlefield are just visible
As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us