They wrote it on a wall rising before me
charcoal on a stone to stand tall forever,
“Put down your hunger
and forget the gain,
rest your shadows
there is time today”
and I sat with the Lord
bowed down my sword
and with a wide heart I weighted the whole…

How often do you chase a pond in a lake
or a drop in the hay the days that it rains?
and I cut the rope,
harps start playing the obscure
the nights turn to clay
to mould them right out in a better way
with the veins in my hand
and the dreams that remain
like a vision I had back in the day…