Formerly: Faces Graced In Stone
The audience was full of thieves, could feel
their steely eyes appraise the pickings as they
gazed with calculated stare – assessing where
the treasure lay. Their silence was a form of praise,
naive and blind to fits of rage that surged within
the massive faces graced in stone.
I’m not alone tonight he sighed, I’ll make them smile,
I’ll light their eyes and lift their hearts, part the waves
that rock their boats, steal their dreams in words sung
dark and low, words that float in tears they’ve cried –
and when they’re dried, they’ll know I’m home.
© 29 March 2007, I.D. Carswell