whitman
08-23-2008, 04:41 AM
On the humber bridge at night
my friend whispers to the moons reflection,
his thoughts burn with pure moonlight
he boasts of being given deaths protection.
During the day he waits in dreams
looking for evidence of the moons pledge,
he hears the dispossessed and there screams
driving him towards the dreams edge.
In the mornings he waits with a candle in the humber
trying to light the moons lamp,
the voices of the disappeared rise out of there slumber
in the candles flame they set up camp.
my friend is lost in hull drunk with the twilight
the fiery moon sets his candle alight
out of the flame a thousand voices take flight
they all demand answers from this bitter Hull night.
my friend whispers to the moons reflection,
his thoughts burn with pure moonlight
he boasts of being given deaths protection.
During the day he waits in dreams
looking for evidence of the moons pledge,
he hears the dispossessed and there screams
driving him towards the dreams edge.
In the mornings he waits with a candle in the humber
trying to light the moons lamp,
the voices of the disappeared rise out of there slumber
in the candles flame they set up camp.
my friend is lost in hull drunk with the twilight
the fiery moon sets his candle alight
out of the flame a thousand voices take flight
they all demand answers from this bitter Hull night.