Wednesday 6 June 2018

At the gate

Fiery nights
Along the bay
Something strange
And out of sight
Give me your time
One golden coin
I gladly would
Another side

Beauty within
So bitter cold
I hear no sound
Miles away

The dust settles
A lonely swan
Brick by brick
A miracle
Of all the rivers
Only one can tell

Too much noise
Can break the silence
Can end in violence
Stumble forward in hesitation
Be much more than inspiration
Echoes never heard
That make walls tremble
If only

The fires burning
Flames hiding
The smoke ascends
Up to where the light is
A puzzle of so many pieces
Where belief is