How we go round in earth’s spinning
Perhaps it is something religious; profound
When we wind through streets as one, head bowed
A contemplative prayer in the cities’ pews
We praise the walls that once were dust
Anonymous but joined, as walk we must
In the sepulchral shadows of bygone lives.
There is the idea and here is the creation
It needed light to unfurl into being
As waves stretched for its eternity
Tales of the fragile, the hollow and gone,
A fate we ignore, heads down, running from
Imagine we hold eternity in all that we made
As if a pebble picked up from the shore
Ground down and shaped and made into more
Used to construct the walls here before
If eternity is to be found it’s too short
There is reality and here are my dreams
Light turned dreams to colour
And so they could exist
If I slipped through the cracks
Between the years that have passed
Would I still be able to find me in the same worn down tracks
The same people trudging slowly
Amongst all we deign holy
We believe it is there we find truth.
When here is the emotion, the desire, the essence
And I hold it all in urgent existence
To build and create before the fall
But in the slipstream of time
She felt what was mine
Both searching for that one moment of knowledge
It is in that moment life feels enough
As we lift our eyes high off the ground
Glued to the sky soaked with light
But to know that light is dying, not a match that combusts
But a fusion that brings us all life – it’s too much
And we lower our eyes back in prayer.
Here is the light but there is the shadow
In its absence we look up once more
