Monday, 1 September 2014

A Prayer


                                               The world is asleep and the skies are dark
                                               Feathers are scattered and the word is gone
                                               Bring those songs which birds once sang
                                               Bring those hymns which brightness sprang.

                                               Oh, Furry isn't over and my soul isn't right
                                               Life isn't chaste and the way isn't bright
                                               All over dark stole name of that myth,
                                              Renaissance of freedom voiced day of a might.

                                              Undo, who can, that one was done
                                              Before those words one sang that name
                                              Found in their eyes that shine that reason
                                              Handed them the word that wisdom that name

                                             Oh, Freedom of this name, Oh, reason of this life
                                             Let home free the spirit and the power of that love,
                                             Brightness of the souls and magic of thy self
                                             For me, for them, For rest of us.

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