secrets in a brave old world

secrets live in a thousand dreams
hidden behind black midnight scenes
keeping time with heart’s pounding beats
in a brave old world

there’s really nothing much to say
silent cries across breaking waves
riding the crest and fall of pain
a cold hand’s waving blur

a barely breathing nighttime sleep
sensing shock-waves beneath the deep
there lies a calm yet frightened being
who shares not one word

faded stones in a dawning sky
morning comes calling asking why
haunted victim can’t seem to cry
it’s an age old curse

falling fast the time’s upon us
knowing well a dreaded moment
claiming faith in an angel’s trust
in a new age world

a story tells of crowded scenes
shoulder to shoulder human beings
massive fortunes from shady deals
it’s a coward’s work

lies are told and beliefs are weak
another night the screams repeat
a candle sputters on a breeze
silencing self-worth

canvas layered with painted pain
colours running from driving rain
a lifetime’s work a faded stain
from a brave old world

IMAGE + WORDS: © deb davies Thorkelson    |   sept 1 and 2, 2014
iPhone collage – spine, gate, energy tower, blood and fiery sky

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