2000 Years

Mary Anne

Is there something you could do?

To make us talk in a room

When I walked down Hyperion Avenue

I heard a call

In the tree there were rustling leaves and then…

A mourning dove

Mary Anne

Was that you flickering in the sky?

Your voice trails off in the night

When you left there was something missing on the calendar

Day was breaking but we were beaten down

And no one sang

Two thousand years

Old voices echoing

On the holy days

Oh lord

Take me away

Off to a safe place