a corridor

when paths decay afore each step upon the trial
or fleeting glances note a beckoning, should rest a while
no more, or less, can move the miles for men
who’s shoulders thrust against the tide of time, must then
encounter more of loves and loss in battle, to behold
much as God did spurn the dark, so visualising ether, life untold

oh fear such days, for après des prières so comes the night
brings sugar-coated almond kisses, lasting lips with bitter plight
forever thus, must turn, yeah world, ought watch the change
each sun and moon cast destiny, so, by the hours, will rearrange
the metaphors in songs, belief in hands raised heavenly
whence comes the faintness, guise of brilliance, just as suddenly

hold fast these moments of your mystery, observe the truth draw near
a corridor to wonderment, does future, past, or nought appear

©2007 Hey Hey