vengeful
in the darkness
we sleep well
in the silence
of its glare
~
the red river flows
along the channels we cannot see
as we reach for the crown
~
this silent earth
where the voices of the angels
exist somewhere
sight unseen
~
at the end of the book
where all the words
are neatly wrapped
and the story told
has become a myth
that guides our lives
~
in the light
that falls in endless directions
I reach out for the One
that sings to us
as we wander
the earth below