Gone For a Short While

I look into the darkness And the light stays the same distance away Where have all the people gone Is my dream the same as everyone’s dream? Are we always alone and looking The light was dim and fading fast It was the mid winter time for us all back then Waters subsiding, mountains standing tall I can’t look down at that river of blood Tears adding to the waters edge The sky is crying, not weeping for joy I am walking down this desolation road Looking for signs of life Long glances at the burning bush How long can it burn in the rain? In and out of my life The sound of life during war Talking long and hard in different tongues Looking out over a sea of hands Reaching out for our forgiveness But it isn’t ours to give Walking without talking Leaving in a hurray to get back I see all the faces from my past But can they all see me? Written by Robert Meader March 2007