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From Yesterday

When at night we are alone

In the dark and unacompanied

By the troubles of time, travel

Emotions, rumors

And what they might say about either one of us

When at night we can be ourselves

Together

And always apart

Is when we can live



What is this ribbon of light we walk upon?

A stream of expectations we set

And a knife that could slice it in an instant

Made of their expectations



What is this voice we hear?

Our own? Or the voice of the throng

Pounding, whistling, crying, urging us

To be who they want us to be

The voice of God? Is he telling

Us to listen to Him? All I can hear is the voice

But I cannot understand what it is saying

Can you?



And over the ravine stretches the land of our future

Rocky, cold, hot, watery

And always the sun burns overhead

Lighting the way or burning the path

And the moon, also, and he praises her

Shining his silver sheen over the distant hills

Are they covered in trees? Or do they disentigrate

Into nothing?

Are they even hills, or clouds?

Whisps of what we wish for

That will fade away and melt when the sun awakens?



We look back over the terrain already beaten and bruised by our feet

We cannot go back

We can only go forward

But will the road of yesterday pave a wounded gash

Into the green grasses of tomorrow?

Will the milestones and potholes of the past

Polute the perfect mystery of the future?



Will our path be wide, twisting and turning

Allowing every hill and rock to break it, to bend it

To hurl it into nothingness where only defeat

And hopelessness

And ridicule

And doubt

And death

Can rule our imprisoned hearts?

Will we ever bear the cross of our frustrations

Our fears, our pain, our losses

Will the burden of those we have wronged

Be strapped to our bent and broken backs

As the weight of a dead man

Whose soul is forever damned

Whose rotting flesh will disease our hopes and dreams

Until we fall by the way

With nothing but uneven footsteps

And blood and tears

And the memory of something forgotten

For those who follow to remember us by?



Will our path be straight and narrow?

Unyielding, undying, unbending for anything

A straight road through the hills and mountains

A stronghold, a tower for any who see and wish to follow

Us to the land of peace

Of joy

Of hope

Of life

Of love

Of laughter

And of everlasting light

Where we can look back and see where who we were

Who they wanted us to be

Who we allowed them to shape us

Who we hated

Will we look back and see where the path turned

And all of the useless baggage was thrown asside

So that we could run!

So that we could flee into the sun

Under the moon

Across the land that God made for us

And to the place where we can be

Us

Forever



...What is this ribbon we walk upon?

This room of impassible doors and labrynths

Where the corners are filled with dust and cobwebs

And the window, though unlocked

Can not be unlocked as it is



What is this voice?

What is the language we hear?

We shall learn this language so that we can understand

The language of those who guide us across the place of tomorrow

The white creatures with golden wings

And crowns of stars

And swords of fire to prevent us from the darkness

The black things that creep and seethe

And slide and hide beside the byway

Whose eyes hate and yearn for us

We will not go

We will learn and we will follow the white beings



We will trade this life for something new

We will hold on

To what we might obtain

To what might never be

To what could become us

If we allow it



When at night we are alone

In the dark and unacompanied

By the troubles of time, travel

Emotions, rumors

And what they might say about either one of us

When at night we can be ourselves

Together

And always apart

Is when we can live



And we can dream

And we can hold each other

And take the first step from yesterday

Into tomorrow



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