“Time Will Cry”

I broke away,
Relived the day
I thought I'd slipped into dementia
The soundless call
Disrupts my fall,
I thought I’d lived a thousand years;
Holy Man in the Holy Land,
He left me for a better plan
Despised the way he’d felt that day,
Begged his Lord for clearer skies
He can’t quite grasp the slipping stars,
The moonlight shining on their scars;
Justify the passerby—
Holy man, cut them from the sky.

We flattened roads of rainbow dew,
He said, “It’s all so right for you,”
Then kicked the dust of frightened whim
And flicked the switch to ‘start’ again;
Drifted a raft across the past,
We weren’t sure where to start the search;
I think we’d lost before we’d begun
Because he and I, we sought the sun.

I licked my tongue of sick misfortune
Across wilted hopes, and loved the ropes
That strung around my neck so tight,
Though a ribbon would have sufficed.

I thought I’d slipped into dementia,
So I relived the day
I broke away