.
redeem the honor of creation
::
The empty train
So past midnight
Into
The blackness of dying soul
Into the ways of madness
The ****** memories
The visions of slain children
Thru the mountains
Somewheres else (?)
Up
Ahead
Or so we hope and even
Somehow believe
::
The mystic hotel in the deserted town
Town of the howling wolf wind
The fear that there might be a face
Like her own
•
The young lover !
The mother searching for her son
In the graveyard of
The moving centuries
Moving without love
••
Weep ! Oh weep !
She hasn't slept in 1000 years
////:
Oh little one !
Do not turn away
It is she who is afraid
Of whatever light is known
//
The little kid over there
Trying to write a poem
Doesn't know just what he sees
)(
Years revolve in solemn grace
She returns
Her barb wire eyes are still in place
But her heart is softness and compassion
And there is a sense
Of peace
And she knows
She's been released
And might learn to be alive again
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
.
redeem the honor of creation
::
The empty train
So past midnight
Into
The blackness of dying soul
Into the ways of madness
The ****** memories
The visions of slain children
Thru the mountains
Somewheres else (?)
Up
Ahead
Or so we hope and even
Somehow believe
::
The mystic hotel in the deserted town
Town of the howling wolf wind
The fear that there might be a face
Like her own
•
The young lover !
The mother searching for her son
In the graveyard of
The moving centuries
Moving without love
••
Weep ! Oh weep !
She hasn't slept in 1000 years
////:
Oh little one !
Do not turn away
It is she who is afraid
Of whatever light is known
//
The little kid over there
Trying to write a poem
Doesn't know just what he sees
)(
Years revolve in solemn grace
She returns
Her barb wire eyes are still in place
But her heart is softness and compassion
And there is a sense
Of peace
And she knows
She's been released
And might learn to be alive again