Who walks this land ‘neath cherished beam
Of moonlight drawn the soul?
To hold the hand of perished dream
Upon this murky knoll.
To live by shred of distant hope,
Yet lost the common eye.
By word unsaid sightlessly scope
The morrow's tearless cry.
When home is right but you turn left
To face the desert sun.
Forsake the fight ever bereft
Of what can't be undone.
What is this call you hear, alone,
That guides you further on?
All judgement fallen from the throne
Of life become a pawn.
With stars yet so far out of reach
Do you just close your eyes?
Chariot low, can nothing breech
This yearning of the skies?
Do you fly now above us all,
Or has the passion bled?
By the gravity of this pall
To which we lay our dead?
With eyes on fire, startling in close,
What warmth remains tonight?
By endless pyre, by wilting rose
Must we carry your plight?
Question the weakness or the strength
Of wounds you would not bear?
Or dare to speak ever at length
Of what we could not share...
Light a candle? Drink another,
In name of gasping breath?
Lift the handle for my brother
Who still can't grasp this death?
Am I to say to your own son
That life was just so tough...
We couldn't pay comparison
Love ‘er to be enough?
I dare not try to understand
Life taken by such willing hand
Reigns the nightmare to me.
By vision frayed what eyes agleam,
Yet walk this murky knoll?
All hope displayed in dare or deem,
That God may rest this soul...
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.