“Trees and Towers”

(The End of Part II, maybe)

“Trees and Towers”

The trees within the towers’ cage
Cast great shadows beyond the lights
Provide the missing breath of truth
In the masses of greyest greed

As I walk within the shelter
Of the darkness and connection
To the real and absence of hate
I see the foul corrupting clouds

Walking among the innocent
Whispering lies to cause static
Whispering promises untrue
To deafen all to the true song

I do not fear what words dispell
Only mourn for the many fools
Lost in walking clouds of disease
Lost are their hope and empathy

One other alone seems to breath
The clear air in her soul as mine
One far away, close through the thread
In the millions of bleeding fools

I hold hope as a cloak tightly
Wrapped in all I can now muster
My mind seeks a cure for others
I sit in my dark quarantine

My soul flows only fluidly
No cold hardness will I allow
I will seek to save them always
I will seek to open dead eyes