make light of what you will
the bolted doors hide only hands
untouched by humankind,
that veils the sun
the valley from the sea
that floods the heart.
festive be thy name now kingdoms come
from the ice of man
christened with the devils flute
bent double for the weathers of the eye.
each prying moon
turning in their slumber,
their blanket thoughts
now follow sleep as he who follows mine.
make light to where they crawl
now Eden lies in state
and heaven turns and twists it\'s native tongue.
make light of flame
the burning wood of heritage
will one day burn as quick as we can run;