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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> History >> ID #1720200  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
constellation
shining still their drums ~
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                   was chosen well
                   the time to come
                   and split the word
                   divine
                   the wherewithall resentment
                   for the seekers
                   yet to find
                   and waiting idle
                   where the shades
                   of grey
                   were bled to black
                   that bid a season passed
                   we never knew
                   he'd take us back
                   or ever would (in turning)
                   see another
                   passed beyond
                   into the place
                   where dreams are kept
                   (I've wondered for so long)
                   of choices left for making
                   (love forgotten by your heart)
                   converged
                   into a distant star
                   and rolled against the dark
                   tho others buried deep
                   in places (still)
                   would dare to speak
                   as came for us
                   ten thousand drums
                   to beat the plains between
                   and never wept
                   for those whose song
                   is buried in her bosom safe
                   tribes no longer
                   bound by blood together
                   without sound
                   without a name
                   and not a one
                   remembers them
                   (came to understand)
                   to meet as strangers
                   in the vale
                   birth to birth (and hand to hand)
                   what little me
                   what more for I
                   would choose the road
                   they knew
                   and wander as the past
                   (into the light)
                   was light pursued
                   this only this
                   no more for me
                   or you (you can't decide)
                   I will not ask
                   (I could not ask)
                   why they would shine
                   tonight


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