A whistle through the air, just before they land,
He whispers in my ear;
No matter what happens I will have you near--
And Me never leaving his lips
Cause the fire burned through us both
Like a splintering, shattering stopper of love,
Of all good things we planted,
Of our seed still unblossomed
From my belly of another tragic end.
Only this one, he was true,
This one was goodness in the flesh,
A conceiver of dreams, this was my true friend.
Laid lifeless by the wayside, next to his forsaken bride,
A side effect of one more sanctioned genocide.
There's no greater treasure than childhood memories.
Do you remember your mother
Using her own spit to moisten the flour,
So you could have just something to devour?
Can you see all your childhood friends
With their right hands chopped off at the wrist,
Just as a warning not to resist?
Can you hear the bombs falling every night
As your children lay crying, shivering with fright?
Didn't think so.
BRIGHT NEW STAR.
On a lone rock, high atop the mountain,
Bathed in flickering gold,
Your whispers in my ear
Ease the wary of my soul.
Alone, the light fades
Yet I am safe and sound
As sounds of the dark emerge all around.
I wonder why, sigh and look to the sky.
The moonless night is dark with despair,
Teaching stars to shine brighter alone.
And in this night, you give me light
As I roam the wild like I belong.
Belong to the dark,
Like a caged cat unleashed, unfolding
The rusty creases of my heart.
Let the shadows in, let the foot find its fast,
Let this bright new star light the way back,
Let you guide me home through the dark.