Haunt me now
like the silent meadow
on the long road to nowhere
The one where we wonder
what price the journey
that features the blossoms
of the seeds of separation;
We grew them tall
the shelters that after many
became for us a haven,
And tended the brooks
That watered the trees of life
Here we made friends
Of rank acquaintances
The wind and the sky and
The soil under our feet
All whisper to our souls
The stentorian verses of love
That shone forth the struggles
And then we tended the seeds
That blossomed forth the
Haunting fragrance of promise
Hearken to a glorious future
That is yet unmade but oozes
The grim truth of lonely
Separation - this is the road
To the father that they sing
Of on the choirs that carry
The pain ot crucifixion