BENEATH THE LIGHT THEY CRUSHEDM. Buchanan

Flowers Sail Through My Blood

Pour out your skull of worryyour skull all full of doubt

Empty its weight let the crashing ring loud

With flowers sailing through my bloodand diamonds at my heelsWatching as the floodscurdle round the keel

and swell to swamps as colours drainto the pace of falling rain

My chest full of iron and prison barsMy legs both fashioned and neatly carved

All of your giving in and giving up swallowed whole

Whistling swan songs for your lossesand your faultsAll faint linesand faint cries

Funerals

The slow gallop onwardstoward all truth and gold

Shaking free of lead weightsand deadweight keeping the strain

Gaoling the tread of harmonyhoarding its tattered reinsThe sweetness of my vices

and the steps that they drain

The sinking heels above my headtheir pounding through the lush

Blessed wings strain not your reachbeneath the light they crushed

Their guilty stridestheir boldness

and their funeralsTheir old ways

their cruelnessand their long fall

Wings

True wings swoop on bitter thingsand set fire to everything cold

Bland wings droop to shadow outthey give up young and fold

Stay hereand climb not chains to the sky

Stay nearand drain out fear from your eyes

Stay hereand find not grains in the tide

Stay nearand grind no joy for the fire

Purge fearthis earth needs more of your light

Stay nearPurge fearStay here

Stay Here(For H.A/T.H)

The War Of Dreams and Fears

My love took the shovel and filled in its grave

All mammoths sharpened tusks were laidA quilt for warmth thrown over

and brass guilt cast away

I’ll face you with my arsenalmy arsenal of fears

I’ll steer them down your roadslong away from here

I’ll face you with my arsenalmy arsenal of dreams

They’ll breathe down the neck of your doubts and hurl them to the breeze

They’ll grace you with all lack of greed and everything all free

They’ll pace to you passing mud in the weedsand passing the fray in the weave

I’ll steer them down the long roads foreign to me here

I’ll face you with my arsenal of fearsmy arsenal of dreams

Boughs

The senselessnessof brewing warsIngrain no lossraze the score

Two floating boughs on a sea of ships moored

My palms as anchors stirring the floor

The senselessnessof brewing wars

I am the breathlessness in myselfCrash everything old and worn

Harmony

There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho sings for me alone

Who wields a halting harmonywho yields the longest glow

There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho claws the skin I’ve grownWho wields a halting harmony

who’ll sing for us alone

There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho cries the sweetest tone

With wings all coated and choked by dustthat stretch over my chest of bones

Tolls

Chains of peacetake me home

keep me wholeCage heaven and its tolls

wrenching down for us againto wash over and walk with us

A long trudge now to an all whole end

Drought To Lush

I’ll lift your pain for my shoulders gainTo tear and maim I’ll keep latched on

I stood and watchedand lo, beneath

was the light they crushed

A cold gust now belts my skinAs time will show it was the low within

Low and dim as wings in the dronegrown from drought all to lush

I stood and watchedand lo, beneath

laid the light they crushed

Held fastThe safest palms

Free and unabashedI stood and watched

and lo, beneathshone the light they crushed

Skull Full Of Heaven

Fill your skull with heavenempty out the dread

Wring out all the feversand your joy they bled

Cloud the old grown over pathsand climb your steps ahead

Hull full foreverweighted until the end

Skull full of heavenempty of all dread

Rungs

Valley of cagesValley of crowns

All strength unto youto scale the rungs high

All love hereAll of my hope

and all of my lightwill be the pillars and stone

of new heights grownAll loveAll hopeAll light

Fear To The Core

I promise you these are the last daysthe rust will glow again

Hips will swing to the sound once moreat 33RPM

I can see and feel your every fearit rattles me to my core

Let dreams build for yearsslashing down the flaws

Marching for only hearts all truethat beat chests black and blue

The hearts that stretched their spanand then so quietly flew

I believe in the sweetness of your resonanceand its bough shaking breeze

Hope hurtled upwardsthat fills my heart with seas

The gathering stormand pure gust of ease

The way it flees and washes over me

The shaking of blacknessits shaky weakened knees

buckling from the minor to major liftthen our true selves all free

Lift mehow beautiful

will be the last cruel ways