Spiral

Under a spiral of dying trees
A poet falls on crying knees
But no one hears his lying pleas
As they trickle away in the vying breeze


Thunder and lightning in sanity
He knows it all in his vanity
But so unclear in its clarity
As day trickles away solar charity

He calls out
He calls out

Calls out for someone
Call it chance or fate
Calls out to no-one
Prays it's not too late

Under a spiral of biting thorns
Alone he calls, the sky's in storm
Below some jeer with blinding scorn
As blood trickles to make right the wrongs

He calls out
He calls out

Calls out for someone
Call it chance or fate
Calls out to no-one
Prays it's not too late

Calls out for someone
Call it chance or fate
Calls out to the only One
Now is not too late

© 2003 Glenn Davies 


Written September 29 2003 (last chorus 24 January 2004)
Based on untitled work XV.