Passing By

Lying outside in a breath of the night

with the beggars passing by,

sitting alone in the garden of sound

and the horses race the sky.

Poor man asked me to tell him a story

of the times we all once knew,

I said that I couldn’t remember

but he knows that isn’t true.

Waves roll in and crush the darkness

of a swelling sea of souls.

Let me jump blindly into the void

and crash into your folds.

I walked past the elephant graveyard

where there’s no use for lullabies,

faster and faster like planets spinning,

wheels of affections go passing by.

Blind man sitting at the edge of salvation

with catastrophe at his side,

Proud man looks through the eyes of the dead

as the buildings stab the skies.

Lying outside in the a breath of the night

I saw the shadows come and go,

Dancing on the walls of my mind and body

this city’s lifeblood is in the ghosts.