In wait

See it walking through the fairs
Where the angels sing their prayers
No black shades of darkness it bares
Just passes by in the breeze it shares
Touching every soul that breathes
In an instant it floats by and by
Collecting pennies in stories of daily ware
To weigh them in its care

I can hear the echo of the clang
As it drops pennies after pennies in its wake
Counting and weighing my tears and theirs
Which will be heavier, dream I dare?
Its’ cold I feel, I do not fear
A cold I’ve known that crawls up ye spine
And in its wait I play the life I live
For karma to take me into its lair

When it comes, silence will begin
The echo of the clang I’ll no longer hear
Peace forever in every ounce of my being
And laughter, no tears I shall shed
But the road to salvation in its arms
Is borne with thorns and mundane psalms
That fills the empty with hope and desire
Fearing karma to strike on them in its ire

Its’ just a cycle
That must come to an end
Sooner or later
The journey that began
And so karma searches in the wind
Blowing by silently collecting pennies
Justly, weighing them in
For every soul in wait that must answer its ring

Made of Tears…

Ticks by with all that there is to bare
In moments of madness
Utter chaos and shattered fare
Of stories that unfold
Through days, years, weeks, minutes
We sat through, ran through in a scare
Hoping never to look back
Winded by all that was there
We watched people walk in
Walk out, of our lives and we told ourselves
That life was but in the end fair

It’s in with moments like these
I cry in laughter
Made of tears
Only for my eyes to see
For every sinew in my soul
To feel, raging deep within
Screaming silently, lost in the scene

Memoirs some said we’d write
Sitting idle, lounging on the beach
Or by the pool, in silver coloured flat beds
Words that were never meant
To be written in time, so they never made
As I now sit by myself
Sitting idle, lounging not on a beach
Or by the pool, but in my lair
No memoirs, no picture photographs
Just noise in my head
Burning in despair

It’s in with moments like these
I cry in laughter
Made of tears
Only for my eyes to see
For every sinew in my soul
To feel, raging deep within
Screaming silently, lost in the scene

Thanks Satch for bringing back memories and for the music you’ve given to this world… beautiful… listened to this song after more than a decade and its still beautiful as ever…

%d bloggers like this: