The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night, Calling the devils to kneel to the light, What once was, becomes no more, As the light breaks through the open door. What you think and what you feel, What you saw and thought was real, Is now only dust on the road, The desolate remains of your ancient abode. The new light is rising on the hill, The new song is singing down in the well, The new souls are dreaming of your face, The new hearts are beating at you pace. The old ideas and reasons you gave, Are buried in the tomb and in the grave, The rotting bone and flesh are gone, In the morning dew, in the morning sun. The light shines through the open door, Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor, The ancient laws of reason and might, Crumble to dust in the morning light. What once was real and certain as rock, Is now the dream the baby forgot, The new light coming to wake you my love, The silent lamb and the flying dove. more of my poems at : http://labyrinthoflies.com