the rush of cars, images of mars

pale face on a subway train,

hushed in a no-smoking lane

clinging…to this mortal coil,

as fires churn the plumes of oil

rising…to the brittle sky,

a bloodshot eye,

a vision of salvation dries a melancholy tear

there”s a sense of silence here…

cancer wards,

a spinning towards,

apocalypse

a whisper on our last-word lips

the red sun cuts

the flaming sea

an acid river spits and licks

the filigree

of sprouting green

as signs of life appear

there”s a sense of silence here…

the violence of judgment

the torment of thinking

a look in the eye of a god that is blinking

the weight of the sky on a world that is sinking

down, down, down

beneath it’s own shadow

behind the mask… of every day

beneath the veil… of every night

through the shroud i hear you say

every thing”s ok

every thing”s alright

the flooded streets, salvation meets

a stranger with12 broken dreams

an open hand that gathers dust

sand, rust, lifelines

on ancient, folded metal seams

lifetimes, the space between

then screams of glee when children”s christmas dreams appear

there”s a sense of silence here…

your voice on the phone, a time alone

connecting to, affecting touch

to feel so much,

your face in sleep,

a time to keep

never, ever to repeat

the holding…of a moment

the knowing…of something sacred

naked

in the face of grace

when angels seem so near

there”s a sense of silence here…

the violence of judgment

the torment of thinking

a look in the eye of a god that is blinking

the weight of the sky on a world that is sinking

down, down, down

beneath it’s own shadow

behind the mask… of every day

beneath the veil… of every night

through the shroud i hear you say

every thing”s ok

every thing”s alright

©2010 chris spheeris