20 January 2007

our shadows are white.

the water is black,
like the nile turned to blood.
every stone is onyx.
all the white lights ask "love,
can we fix this?

the candles darken our table
where we eat our final meal
and puff our last cigar.
oh, the smoke's still black with tar.
we're praying these toxins heal.

when the sun is darkened,
will we follow the moon?
if there are no bright flames,
do we trust dark ones soon?

there's no black path to follow,
no bright place to hallow.
we are alone as one
we are forever on our own --
forever on the run.

but our shadows are white.
oh, our shadows are white.
even the stars shine dark tonight.
but our shadows are white.

watch the black walls change tonight,
as our sick silohouettes make the craziest signs
and your image consumes me.
we are shadow graffiti.

our shadows are white,
even bright stars shine dark tonight.
but our shadows are white.

lane maccoy

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You write very well.