Some day mend
It seems as though
the Gods do cry,
as the silver and white
falls from the broken sky.
Do these divine creatures
weep for our pain,
as the wind
screams of the ancient lie?
or do they shed such tears
over the choices we make?
what, I wonder,
have I foolishly done
that caused their hears to break?
Reaching for the clouded sky,
hoping to erase the blatant lie
of our pathetic, blind existance.
But i hear a voice,
like the singing of the wind
or the cries of thw wolves,
echoing between my ears.
A message made frighteningly clear:
tend myself, dispell the ache
I still harbor deep inside
Reach out to those nearby,
the few willing to know,
help them in their fight
of demon versus light.
Some day, far away
when I've no more scars,
the time when
you've forgotten pain
The Gods will stop
their mournful cry,
smiling, they'll mend
the heartbroken sky.
Someday, far away
we will no longer live a lie.
March 9th '05
the Gods do cry,
as the silver and white
falls from the broken sky.
Do these divine creatures
weep for our pain,
as the wind
screams of the ancient lie?
or do they shed such tears
over the choices we make?
what, I wonder,
have I foolishly done
that caused their hears to break?
Reaching for the clouded sky,
hoping to erase the blatant lie
of our pathetic, blind existance.
But i hear a voice,
like the singing of the wind
or the cries of thw wolves,
echoing between my ears.
A message made frighteningly clear:
tend myself, dispell the ache
I still harbor deep inside
Reach out to those nearby,
the few willing to know,
help them in their fight
of demon versus light.
Some day, far away
when I've no more scars,
the time when
you've forgotten pain
The Gods will stop
their mournful cry,
smiling, they'll mend
the heartbroken sky.
Someday, far away
we will no longer live a lie.
March 9th '05