Here the horse munches the grass
little knowing the trots of yore
for time when lays the bricks with curse
unhinges the strongest door.

Here the horse is tethered to feed
little hearing the neighs of past
for time when crumbles sows a seed
grows new order from soil of dust.

Here the horse lazes in sun
little seeing the shadow's growth
for time when ends a period's run
buries in the walls a lover's oath.

Here the horse walks in a round
little feeling the earth's spin
for time when shrinks the highest to ground
kingdoms fall in heaps of ruin.

Night's tucked me in
Its soft wool blanket
The stars have kissed
My tears away
I lie here ready
And awaiting
For the end of
This life's day...

Sing to me, oh my Savior!
Sing to me, oh my soul!
I am through with
All my hardships
My life's tale
Has been told.
I am waiting
For a rising
My final rest
To so acquire
I let this flute of
Bones go silent
I see Chariots of Fire.

I have moved
10,000 mountains
In this life I've
Walked the earth
And if you're counting
The equator
I have run
Its very girth.
I have seen
10,000,000 starships
Taking off
Behind my eyes
I have heard
The screaming
Children
I have witnessed
Hell disguised...

[chorus]

If you don't think
There is a devil
Look into the
Face of fear
Look into a
Mother's eyes
When her children
Go to war
Look into the
Maw of "justice"
Jingoistic
Jaundiced JOKE
See the planes
Of Hiroshima
Cast The Bomb and

SMELL THE SMOKE

[chorus]

BRIDGE:
I lie here with
My blood a'soaking
Into barren,
Rocky ground
Soon the Rose will
Be a'growing
The sweetest e'r
To be found...


SøułSurvivør
(c) 6/27/2017

I have looked in the reflection of self, so many versions
I have seen reflected upon this tapestry of illusions.

I have never seen the self that is portrayed on this portrait,
I have lingered in the brushstrokes that are eloquently hidden.

I have been damaged like a crack that is never seen within,
I have tried to be strong but I'm lingering in a false reflection.

She loosens on tiptoe
the latch of her window,

slides upward the sash
and the shine of the moon

pours over the sill,
like it's rushing downhill

like a silver stream,
flooding her room.