Monday, February 7


Overarching fingers,
I never thought I'd reach them
In all my days
Tall beyond measure
And in the end so small
I reach out in pain

Suffered to undertake me
Such impossible journies
Old stone worn thin
Remember something beautiful
A day, an hour, a moment
Forever outstretched

I will remember glowing embers
In a burnt out cathedral
And as nightime descended
A rough kiss goodnight
Sweet dreams in strange chambers
Full faith and conviction

Up in the spire above the town
On the top of the hill
Alone, and proud
You look down at the land
Further than I can see
Lost in the pale blue distance.


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