A THOUSAND YEARS  
 

How goes the night?
How goes the watch?
as midnight approaches
in the storm waves of the sky
the moon beats a gnarled fist
on her old yellow drum
a thousand years
have passed away
a thousand years
are yet to come

How goes the night?
How goes the watch?
a lone sailboat makes its way
through tolling towers
sounded by the motion of the sea
a thousand years
fill the hold with dust and desire
a thousand years
of wasted wings to set free

Fragile the wilderness
the skeleton bells ring for eternal return
another March breeze blowing across the planet
another life with new idols
and the same concerns

How goes the night?
How goes the watch?
flood waters swallow enfeebled horses
fallen from the cracks in the dome
a thousand years of races
in the funeral beds
a thousand years of fits and starts
before were home

 How goes the night?
How goes the watch?
in the end theres a full single sail
propelled by its own will
a thousand years
bring a pale beacon
with the coming dawn
a thousand years
of moving forward and standing still

Fragile the wilderness
the skeleton bells ring for eternal return
another March breeze blowing across the planet
another life with new idols
and the same concerns