Climb The Heights

Climb The Heights

 

With the slow and steady sound of hooves upon the cobblestone ground Making swift entrances across The barren pines and hillsides all along the sky's upturned frown She will be hanging loosely-- evil and proud Without a need for feet to rest  Down over the ceiling where she was found Here we can feel less of what is real Flowers in baskets are burning burning brightly and yearning for feelings the traveling air to bring them sleep to the creator of heaven in a mechanical world of God Of machines and men... These haunted things sticks and stones break no bones race for the last scrap  and show no shadows we're closing our windows to the sleeping beauty who cannot slay the beast And the vaporous moon  Is silently weeping for the light Like the single red oak  tree where mountainside screams it bloomed quaking for a song to sing the horse races the stars all night long alone we shall have climbed a road to home the rock and then heavens when this world was once Kind of like a climb and you could get to the top and look around