Hands Across The Sky

linked hands across the sky
reflected in shades of black and blue
amongst the pale grey moonlight
the voices stutter realms of hope
to the tired hands waving from the sea
clutching at the curtain of dawn
distant bells shake the air
and feed the chirping ears
contained within these empty hands
eyes averted, faces drawn thinner
then smudged like ashes in the wind
somewhere a child is singing without a sound
time breaks and all matter of opinions meet
we are dreams, lies, hands across the sky
clenched into fists, clutching, caressing
feeding the hungry mouths of the myriads
fragments in a blink of dust
burning out the excess, left for dead
the frail hum of this slow pulse
a drum that beats life, breath, blood
wrapped in tongues, tomes and tyrrany
breaths of fire rest amongst the flame
places, the hearts we've warmed and broken
carved our names into the ancient stone walls
and climbed back up to this vantage point
beneath the words the stars fall silent
sand and snow both drift in search of a home
then reverberate in these long dark hallways
left here as a reminder of progress
a process of decay, deterioration, loss
as the sea washes away these marks:
our footprints across the sky.