03-19 (i dreamed i died)

Wearied echoes asking why
Cast into the endless sky
The Dream circles in the square
Wonders into everywhere
The returning voice of not alone
Birds that chirp at the wind that moans
Through the stars that fill the dark
The Mystery that holds the spark

I am cast on to the scene
Of a play in which gods scheme
To take a chance on what I say
Make a move and call it day
It’s Time’s delay that offers choice
Who is the owner of that voice?
Who then terminates my station?
A commuter God of this creation

From the smoke there comes a truth
A fire started in my youth
Fuelled by sticks that bore the fruit
Whose seed is nourished by the soot
That serves us up another round
The stuff that makes a song of sound
That is the beauty of the bite
To worship sun that brings the night

The light was summoned by a scream
To slay the darkness of a dream
The eternal light in the abyss
Illuminates what I shouldn’t miss
And all my moans are met with manners
The intentions of the city planners
Making order of the bends
Knowing that the straight line ends

At the end an angel molts
With Michael’s mood the earth revolts
Time will turn the other way
Our tomorrow will be here to stay
Born to be out of the blue
The end of me, the end of you
The fear that is the end of fear
Of seeing nothing in the mirror