Theory Of Truthmakers

It's 5am

Walking down to the station again

Christmas lights flood the village and then

A hush of white

Soaking and cold

What does it mean now to have and to hold

Truthmakers lie in the ground

Theories abound

But you and I

We press our palms

And reach for the sky

There's a face in the cloud

I don't recognise

That stares down on you and I

And in the hills

I hear echoes of speeches I've made

I have no money, but for my words,

They linger long in the shade

The shade is the place

I lay my head, rest my case

All my battles behind me now

Still theories abound

Hush little child

Don't be afraid

Of the winters cloud

There's a man on the street

And there's poetry

In what he shouts out loud