Somewhere

 

somewhere

 

harlots dance and throw grain into the fire
children plant seeds in the barren fields of hope
chilled winds rage from a heartbroken sea
roses wilt beneath their own tears
wolves quake before the thunder of the inevitable

 

somewhere

 

a soul burns for solace and compassion
an ancient face loses voices to the fog of memory
the endless need turns to a want for the flame of solitude
the questions unanswered are written in stone and blood
cites crumble civilizations shudder lovers tremble
                caught in the web of their own embrace

 

and all that remains is the dust
of these words which we write

 

to bury ourselves

 

somewhere

 

underneath the pale question mark of a crescent moon
that never blinks but merely offers sympathy
to those who turn their backs

 

and walk away into the bloodshot twilight of their years