Slip away

Written by: Mark Norton

                                    Slip away


         Land, oh land give forth of thee
         In this darkness, barren and cold,
         When out of your silent desolate past  
         Remain the winds of fate

         For somewhere once did slip away
         The morning bright and clear,
         Until in the depth of our own mortality  
         Are lost the winds of fate

         Illusions haunt the early light 
         When sounds a daybreak’ call,
         Into the breadth of a coming dawn
         Or the simplicity of fate

                       By m.norton

marklnorton@shaw.ca