At break of day we rested, the contest of
our wills declined to wrest the peace away
and where the foreign powers held sway
a quiet was in abundance; a ghostly calm
entranced the crowd shrouded in the
shadow dance we left them, proud and
unafraid, we fled the crowd, we fled the
play, we dozed in dreams we read aloud,
we dozed in dreams of better days.
When evening came we rallied round
and rose again with rising sound, dancing
to the klaxon horn, our souls reborn.
As evening turned to vibrant night our
fancies grew and took to flight, soared
and wheeled in colours bright while music
set the stars alight and flew into a distant
view we shared with few who dared to
ride the rising tide.
From dizzy heights we canted down,
chanted with the loving crowd, spun
and twirled and pranced around
a pyre of soul desire.
The tears were real with salty tang and
voices rang out loud and clear, don’t
leave us here, don’t leave us here!
© I.D. Carswell