Matthew Anish Poet Lyric

Monument

As the light fades 
           over the city
The masses head home 
            and peace descends 
over the metropolis
           Sweet autumn evening 
is calling us
     The trees seem like
scarecrows
         in the gathering gloom 
Let's see what waits 
         for us 
Underneath the starlit 
          canopy 
The lure of sleep 
         is getting stronger 
The masses - and ourselves
       wait for 
a new and tender night 
       Arms reach around 
a thousand torsos
       A dark monument 
is being built
      composed of our senses
our dreams, our lives

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Red Fiery December 24, 2011 at 11:10 AM this is really powerful like others..Mathew:) The masses - and ourselves wait for a new and tender night Arms reach around a thousand torsos ....my fav lines

Audrey Haick December 18, 2011 at 5:48 PM And it is real scary Matt. But I believe, good will always prevail. Hope you're doing well and God bless you this holy season, Matt! Love, Annalise

Joe Maverick December 18, 2011 at 3:00 PM The line a dark monument is being built is occupying my thoughts; the most here Matthew,, enjoyed the reading of this..) And Gods blessings to you and all of yours this Christmass and the coming year