Sunday, December 2, 2012

Opposite Planes

Follow the steps growing narrow 
Towards the light 
My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

All points narrow 
The exit grows smaller and smaller 
Until all light is extinguished. 
Ashes and dust settle into faded 
Monuments 

The reasons now, more unclear 
The fear and friendly voices, 
Songs of happiness and depression 
Mold together 
How far the gap between 
Life and death do I have to be 

To reach the bottom? 

To stand still while the lights flicker 
Upon the wheel always swirling around. 
In this threshold forsaken between 
Opposite planes 
Low down in the river waters 
Streamed past the dark forest 
Into the sewer, drops rotating 

How can I conspire 
Against the saddest fact? 
You have to find peace somehow 
Have to find dependence, 

To carry the weight 
A little more at a time 
To support the balance. 
To have more strength in the end 

The burden is a sacrifice 
FOR US ALL 
What matters is we die.... 

Come back in the flower scent 
LIKE ROTATING DROPS

My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

Alec Wildey & Trevor James 
December 1, 2012 

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