Geist

This is it,

All we’ve worked for,

Foreign and cold to the touch.

They freeze and they do burn,

These silent indications,

Only we could keep them under control.

You breath an ordained smoke,

Please don’t blow it towards me

Or hold my hands

And tell me I am worthy of something

Withstanding.

In short and uneasy motions,

We let our youth just slip away

To fill a giant urn.

Revived within ourselves

In symphony and song,

With limbs like lifeless tools,

Darting towards the sun.

I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home.

Through fog-smoke white, no starlit sky,

Nor dim nor red, just an idle painted ship

Upon a painted ocean. We’re glowing again.

I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home.

Thoughts unhelped by the wind,

In solitude they drown.

I have carried them.

I, though silent,

I am your brother.

Weaving circles,

Around our hearts,

Inaudible as dreams,

Of that eternal language we commit to.

And everything we gave,

Has tied us unto this earth,

Quietly shining bold,

And I am your brother.