2005-01-05 - 186,000 mph
sometimes the grapes are crushed
thrown in the vat and mushed
trampled under foot
juice bottled, on shelves put,
that wine may come to be
in darkness none can see,
and when the time is right
fermented out of sight
the drink is brought to light
and pours to grace the night
of lonely lovelies, bringing
them merriment and singing...
the things we love can make us cry
for all that lives was born to die
even stars sometimes still shine
long after they've passed their prime
long after their source went out
their emanations cast about
lightyears away
lovers play
point up to the sky and say
isn't she pretty
void of pity
no one knows her mighty city
long ago burned out, went bust,
planets all turned into dust
lightyears away
come what may
never to see the light of day
dreams stillborn
lovers mourn
hearts are ravaged, raped and torn
hopes are dashed
lives are trashed
villages are turned to ash
brokeness still runs the course
half the weddings end divorced
the other half?
in death, ofcourse!
pallid is the deep remorse
healing is a welcome force
in the end the love you tend
grows into a mighty friend
an ecosystem rising trend
lightyears away
comes the day
every prayer you'll ever pray
comes to dry your tears away
when you hear the Master say
well done
welcome
step right this way
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