(Inspired by the music and lyrics of Billy Joel)
My faith is kept in a jar on the mantle
covered with dust
waiting for a quake to make it fall,
and release it to shatter on the floor
to return to me.
The voice in the hall is angry
and tells only lies.
My spirit speaks only truth,
coming from innocence,
but doesn’t know the question
which will give me the answer I seek.
It has come to trust,
pushing beyond my doubt,
but lies away from the cloud
that is the wasteland of my mind.
The piano speaks in the dark cold of night,
overlooking the city.
My head wanders on minor keys
played on dreary one-night stands.
I must hold onto this moment
because when forever speaks
it will be lost in time as history retold
for even the map makers
are redrawing lines.
This room is my sanctuary.
In the middle of my sleep,
I walk to the mountain to find my place
waiting for its resident.
My time is coming
and I will soon come to stay.
When the fire begins to burn
I will welcome the naked heat
taking me to the rivers cradle.
I will bid you fond far remembrance of me
for I will remember you
to those that have gone before us
and wait for you to join us, in the afterland.