The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
¬–watch the Moon light the way
Vultures howl at the hint of Death
–Dead men are deaf, on the vertical horizon
Some light will always shine through a closed curtain
–open up and let it all in
Dilation ensures that the waters are steady
but on the vertical horizon, nothing is certain
A silhouette of descending doves falls onto the ground
–watch the Moon shed his tears
Poachers of Peace ascend the vertical horizon,
now presuming the ultimate power of God
Only Time will tell
if they were right or wrong
But patience is virtuous
and this won’t take very long
The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
–imagine that his soul is free
His figure parts into a million grieving doves,
ascending beyond the brim of the vertical horizon
Only Time will tell
if he was right or wrong
But patience is a virtue
and this won’t take very long
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
¬–watch the Moon light the way
Vultures howl at the hint of Death
–Dead men are deaf, on the vertical horizon
Some light will always shine through a closed curtain
–open up and let it all in
Dilation ensures that the waters are steady
but on the vertical horizon, nothing is certain
A silhouette of descending doves falls onto the ground
–watch the Moon shed his tears
Poachers of Peace ascend the vertical horizon,
now presuming the ultimate power of God
Only Time will tell
if they were right or wrong
But patience is virtuous
and this won’t take very long
The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
–imagine that his soul is free
His figure parts into a million grieving doves,
ascending beyond the brim of the vertical horizon
Only Time will tell
if he was right or wrong
But patience is a virtue
and this won’t take very long