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From Yesterday
When at night we are alone
In the dark and unacompanied
By the troubles of time, travel
Emotions, rumors
And what they might say about either one of us
When at night we can be ourselves
Together
And always apart
Is when we can live
What is this ribbon of light we walk upon?
A stream of expectations we set
And a knife that could slice it in an instant
Made of their expectations
What is this voice we hear?
Our own? Or the voice of the throng
Pounding, whistling, crying, urging us
To be who they want us to be
The voice of God? Is he telling
Us to listen to Him? All I can hear is the voice
But I cannot understand what it is saying
Can you?
And over the ravine stretches the land of our future
Rocky, cold, hot, watery
And always the sun burns overhead
Lighting the way or burning the path
And the moon, also, and he praises her
Shining his silver sheen over the distant hills
Are they covered in trees? Or do they disentigrate
Into nothing?
Are they even hills, or clouds?
Whisps of what we wish for
That will fade away and melt when the sun awakens?
We look back over the terrain already beaten and bruised by our feet
We cannot go back
We can only go forward
But will the road of yesterday pave a wounded gash
Into the green grasses of tomorrow?
Will the milestones and potholes of the past
Polute the perfect mystery of the future?
Will our path be wide, twisting and turning
Allowing every hill and rock to break it, to bend it
To hurl it into nothingness where only defeat
And hopelessness
And ridicule
And doubt
And death
Can rule our imprisoned hearts?
Will we ever bear the cross of our frustrations
Our fears, our pain, our losses
Will the burden of those we have wronged
Be strapped to our bent and broken backs
As the weight of a dead man
Whose soul is forever damned
Whose rotting flesh will disease our hopes and dreams
Until we fall by the way
With nothing but uneven footsteps
And blood and tears
And the memory of something forgotten
For those who follow to remember us by?
Will our path be straight and narrow?
Unyielding, undying, unbending for anything
A straight road through the hills and mountains
A stronghold, a tower for any who see and wish to follow
Us to the land of peace
Of joy
Of hope
Of life
Of love
Of laughter
And of everlasting light
Where we can look back and see where who we were
Who they wanted us to be
Who we allowed them to shape us
Who we hated
Will we look back and see where the path turned
And all of the useless baggage was thrown asside
So that we could run!
So that we could flee into the sun
Under the moon
Across the land that God made for us
And to the place where we can be
Us
Forever
...What is this ribbon we walk upon?
This room of impassible doors and labrynths
Where the corners are filled with dust and cobwebs
And the window, though unlocked
Can not be unlocked as it is
What is this voice?
What is the language we hear?
We shall learn this language so that we can understand
The language of those who guide us across the place of tomorrow
The white creatures with golden wings
And crowns of stars
And swords of fire to prevent us from the darkness
The black things that creep and seethe
And slide and hide beside the byway
Whose eyes hate and yearn for us
We will not go
We will learn and we will follow the white beings
We will trade this life for something new
We will hold on
To what we might obtain
To what might never be
To what could become us
If we allow it
When at night we are alone
In the dark and unacompanied
By the troubles of time, travel
Emotions, rumors
And what they might say about either one of us
When at night we can be ourselves
Together
And always apart
Is when we can live
And we can dream
And we can hold each other
And take the first step from yesterday
Into tomorrow
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