Signs

The signs are here, for all to see, The thunder clouds, the dying tree. The shining lights, that draw you near, Loud heavy music, in your ear. By word of mouth, or through cyber space, The hidden pictures, of your face, The northern lights, are dancing south, The rumours you hear, by word of mouth. The sign are falling, from the sky, Raining stars, on the passers by, While the battle rages, on underground, The innocent dying, without a sound. The cries of heaven, the screams in hell, That no one hears, down in this well, The terrible beauty, the open wound, The innocent babies, in open tombs. For all to see, for all to hear, The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear. The birds are falling, the fishes drowned, What once was up, has now become down, The tender and loving, an empty shell, The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell. The signs are here, for all to see, Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea. More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com