Monday, March 21, 2011

awaiting, part 2 : valley street

"nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy street.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy”

~ Peter Gabriel, Mercy Street.


Bob Spencer said...

That last sentence is a doozy!

Bob Mrotek said...

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die. (Alfred Tennyson)