night, youth, uncertainty, the f u t u r e and the damned |
October Skies Rows of dust brick buildings stretch on as silent as the night Like an orange prophecy in the streetlamp glow Unfufilled and waiting. Sixteen and sailing, searching along the dark starless horizon For a question and an answer. October is when things happen. Buzzed with the sharpness of cold and direction Excited to find friends and never forget them We walk down streets that cry out as our own Fearing the fangs of a winter alone We are drawn together in shelters against the night. *** Winter of course drags on for too long Unable to burn out, it fades like the rain That falls on the sludge left after a snowstorm. The nights are too cold now to blanket the streets The prophecies frozen in ice, The holy kids escape to their houses To look for answers in coffee and TV and home Lonely January fades like the snow. *** Snows will thaw and turn into salvation, To sunshine and grass and green and blue The skylines of summer stretch on to forever We make use of the light with friendship again Lying in fields we forget our existence And we keep making our plans for the day and the future Because in summer time doesn't exist Summer lasts forever Or it seems to. *** So when summer starts changing to darkness and rain We are energised and baptised as life starts again Then days of night are started together We see God in cigarettes and bottlenecks, purple sunsets and misty rain on our faces We thank starless skies for precious October. |