Living Among The Living 2
A tiny little window set into my housethe sky immense to bring - its art and all its craft. But death has drawn in half, and darkness's all I have.Why shout the sky away to its home beyond my reach? Rattle!, they say to me. I rattle and rattle and rattle.Shake! again they say . I shake and shake and shake.Push! oh no, not again! I push and push and push,but the dark won't stay away. I know the sky is immense; therein birds of earth fly,but the journey's way away from the window to the clouds; can't hear the tiny ones. Describing the sky to me,is like light described to the blind,in their world of doom and gloom. I'd rather the window were openedand the sky immense came throughand out threw I the dark, for me and for myself. Then will I know that I live among the living Silence!