CONFESSION ZERO (The Weaver's Song)

If we lie next to one another, do you think we’ll forget the world? If our fingers hunt like tongues, do you think we’ll stumble upon silence?

The dream begins the same; I’m older, my mind and body, slower. The dream ends the same; you lying next to me, fingers wagging.

If we rest next to one another, do you think we’ll fail to notice war? If our tongues search like fingers, do you think we’ll assemble peace?

Naked, both shining with grief, we sense the other’s bones like a sniper, spin new selves with each innocent, (child, dream, mother, hope, father) slain.

Tonight we’ll unwind nightmares, our imaginings, dreams, will begin the same; mind and body slower, wagging, tongues speaking the drama from slumber.

They had taken off their clothes and their naked souls dripped upon the snow covering the mountainside. Each drop then filled with light forming an infant star.

Down the mountain, miles below, hundreds of small flowers blossomed and we delighted in the fragrant colors. Mankind sparkled, and mountains swayed in remembrance.

Hundreds of years away an eagle lifts off and we delight in its gloriousness of flight under aged stars, and those same flowers bloom and we find delight in their nakedness.

Never let it be said that these men did not triumph, for they've lit the sky and emboldened the world...