May 2015
'
Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake these dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint effulgent colours of its appeal -
toxic fumes that light our path
to days only just imagined.
Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from indolent belfries -
tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned heart.
Lift high, bright banners brave;
let the bitter winds bite
lash fierce against tattered frame,
light shines through gaping holes-
release the soul's query:
How can one forgive what is forgotten?
Illumine that dim horizon;
extricate each sole from bog and mire.
Grab bugler's morning call,
Borrow its voice if you must -
Stir up the spirit from slumber;
the dark of night will not prevail.
_ _ ✒
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°
Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake these dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint effulgent colours of its appeal -
toxic fumes that light our path
to days only just imagined.
Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from indolent belfries -
tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned heart.
Lift high, bright banners brave;
let the bitter winds bite
lash fierce against tattered frame,
light shines through gaping holes-
release the soul's query:
How can one forgive what is forgotten?
Illumine that dim horizon;
extricate each sole from bog and mire.
Grab bugler's morning call,
Borrow its voice if you must -
Stir up the spirit from slumber;
the dark of night will not prevail.
_ _ ✒
○●
°
