Emergency
.
Where the fires meet the coldest of eyes,
when the steam rushes to make faces at the skies,
and the sun brushes against the earth,
warmth of love, just like birth.
We are in emergency.
.
When hearts collide, break and boil,
when our troubles cause us to toil.
We are greatest at the loudest toll
of a church bell cracking light against our soul.
We are in emergency.
.
The littlest of words, the smallest of touches,
sometimes unoticed, partly misunderstood.
the eyes give the words, speaking with untold riches,
as permenant as the carvings, in stone or in wood.
We are in emergency.
.
Admist the night's hard reign,
caught in the anger of strain.
Beautiful destruction is brought down,
upon our shoulders, upon our knees, upon our frowns.
We are in emergency.
.
Hope is the brightest end of a tunnel,
within darkness, within a chaotic rumble,
a symphony, an orchestra, playing the Messiah,
tearing out our dented misery.
We are in emergency.
.
by lw end -<>