Year: 
2017

The friends we had, the friends we left
Along the siren streets
A signal past, a thousand thefts
In red light, white light beats
 
Oh, where can I rest in this hidden town
As wind comes whistling through
In light and dark, as it rains down,
A dancer flails there too
 
Somewhere she dwells, the chastised nun,
A remnant work of whim
Perhaps it’s one or maybe none
She waits and waits for him
 
The courtyard halls where beauty haunts
In bellows of burial bells
At night it sleeps its lot of want
A city that burns in hell
 
This day has passed from dawn to dusk
On the ripped up road I roam
At times the sidewalks smell of musk
Her voice has led me home
 
A dozen mourners lift her stone
As we travel there alone
Eternal City made of stone
As we travel there alone

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