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Praise be the Skylarks |
Skylarks [Aviery, part I] There's something in the air tonight, a whisper on the wind; with chimes that sound through silver light and skylarks on the wing Something waiting out of reach, silent... in the dark Hidden in our bleakest breach, a cold wind blows through stark Whispers on a lonely wind, sung careless on black nights Never knew how dark it was until I saw your light Burning off such well worn paths, a beacon I can't win; but when your light shines down in shafts, the gravity falls in Leaving needles, compass points, spinning whilst we pray When cries are met with silent voids, there's nothing left to say Muted are the colours drawn, through woods, the hollows grow; for now, a forest empty yawns and wolves starved, howl low Punctured, flat and duller... cold, lodged 'tween dark and light 'midst colour, punctuated bold, branched, bordered, black and white with magpies and their shinies sought, the spoils of the day; whilst skylarks show how time is caught, its functions... how it plays Swooping ever onward, forth, forever forward, flew Teaching past fixed lessons, flawed, the things we thought we knew The things that we were missing, lacked, we didn't know were there These things... they could well kill me ... I'm not sure that I care for in the fire, passions grow, the pages, they will turn In the end, when light burns low, in books our dreams are earnt Through memories of brighter days, our former chapters play; with silver linings spent in swathes and cloudbursts on the way with thunder rolling in the night, as lightning rides despair; with skylarks winging out of sight ... and something in the air |