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Boy of Solomon
What happened to the boy of Solomon?
Where are the fields of flowers and petals of wisdom?
Gone is the temple in the trees
And stained glass made from passing clouds of light.
Maybe he's lost among the columns of glass and steel.
The towers rising above to shadow a once-guided day.
Verses of verisimilitude used to waft within his senses,
But heavy smoke and stagnant fog have everything
To a concrete ground.
Look away shining child.
God is calling you. Pay attention.
He whispers among the falling leaves of your mind.
Taking the light with them to the dirt.
What happened to the boy of Solomon?
Where are the fields of flowers and petals of wisdom?
Gone is the temple in the trees
And stained glass made from passing clouds of light.
Maybe he's lost among the columns of glass and steel.
The towers rising above to shadow a once-guided day.
Verses of verisimilitude used to waft within his senses,
But heavy smoke and stagnant fog have everything
To a concrete ground.
Look away shining child.
God is calling you. Pay attention.
He whispers among the falling leaves of your mind.
Taking the light with them to the dirt.