Small Victory
I'll seek you out in crowds on darkened hills, all looking up,
Hushed, we watch the moon cover the sun a ring of light upon a black sea.
Over the Earth rocks are breaking in the canyons of cold steel and familiar streets of home,Bridges leaping over trains that snake as low streams.
Oh wounded flight of our ageing dove,I pray for the passage home and the boat hull
Drifting out into the present day as the waters roll and separate,
The world rising up and descending back again back again.
Sleep tread this place
this maze this grave my passage home
Nights waiting in the hospital
This city dreamscape I have come to know, so lonely.
For all your grieving and anxious mindI pray,
Though I don't belong to your pain,
JoyMove in me, I cannot speak for joy!
Endless waiting on these promises,
Treasure rises up and surfaces
,Breaking out,
Breaking in
Writer/s: ELEANOR RACHEL MASON, IMOGEN ROSE MASON, WILLIAM JOSEPH STOKES
