Translucent Carriages

The translucent carriages

Drawing morning in

Dawn inside their pockets

Like a whisper on the wind



The soft touch of your words

Has been betrayed like love grown old

Or the silhouettes of children

Crying somewhere in the cold



The ancient night is coming back

The light is fading out

The tree is hid in shadow

In a fog of useless doubt



Go away go away

The imperative is drawn

All your symbols are shattered

All your sacred words are gone



The caravans are leaving

For the dawn of nothing

Lepers carry roses

To Jerusalem



In peace

Sons bury their fathers

In war

Fathers bury their sons



Love is silent

At the edge of the universe

Waiting

To come in



Jesus raised the dead

But who

Will raise the living



Every time I see you passing by

I have to wonder why