Can you see the sun rising up
over the moon.
With her smile in her hair,
black and shining as the stars.
In the sky falling down
like a fireball inside.
Of my eyes burning brightly
with sparkles in the night.
Turning red, turning white,
turning over to the side.
Feeling sick, curling up,
mesmerised as if some things
did collide, in the sky...
Can you hear the life on the ground
where you stood.
Turning the green turn to brown,
and the withered thing is proudly
Now dust and its sin
was to not believe a thing
In the word prophesied
for this time to die and till
Gold is pavement for feet
once the broken world is crumbling
To bits and our memories
subside into sounds in the sky...
Can you see the rain lacerating
off the lines
On the road, where you lie deep
inside the ground of broken
Debris, oversize sliced
and shaking in the wind
Rising up, like a tide surging
through the iron wires
Thrown aside, from the skyscrapers
torn to pieces when
The messiah, on his horse came
with fire in his eyes
to collect you, his bride...
Can you hear the time rolling up
its hands to three
In the hour, of the night
where the painted cloud has turned
Into brush drying up, black
and gold dust into drink
Sucking small galaxies,
into puddles toasting wine
Bread and dine for a feast,
at the wedding of the bride
And the groom, burning hair, long
and tender as his kiss warm as life...