Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Call


A call to the skies
Of wings and air
If they fall, we fall
Ignored in light
Yet worshipped in darkness

Where is the bell that rings?
A vibrant sound
It travels the world
Always ending up the same way
And it eventually swallows all

But then it begins again

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013

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