A thousand birds
A thousand words
A thousand prayers
Lifted up into the air
To feed the sun
Feed the fire
Feed the ghosts
Who haunt the earth
Haunt the ruins
Of our dreams
And our mirth
Restless in my grave
I felt the sunlight
Dreaming of the birds
I saw the light die
In my hands again
Were the feathers and bones
Of the cormorants
But I can’t let go
Take my hand
We’ll tell the throng
That we won’t be back
We read the names
We sing the songs
Eyes carbon black
Like the ashes
Our words are our passions
And all is given up to God
Take my hand
We’ll tell the stories
Still untold
We read the names
We sing the songs
Our hearts are black
Like the ashes
Forgotten our compassion
And all is given up to God
In the circle’s sands
You spoke the last rights
In the pentagram
By the firelight
In my hands again
Were the pages you wrote
And the diagrams
But I can’t let go
A thousand psalms
A thousand calls
A thousand stares
All the eyes that never cared
We feed the sun
Feed the fire
Feed the ghosts
Who haunt the earth
Haunt the ruins
Of our dreams
And our mirth
In the circle drawn
I sat in silence
Through the night and dawn
I shut my eyes fast
In my hands again
Were the bones of the gods
And a book of ash
But I can’t let go
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