The Great Divide

He said,“We’re hostage to the sun”

It’s midnight in the morning

And the days are made of glass

They somehow shatter

without warning

Even now

I wonder where you are tonight

And if there’s life

beyond the northern lights

And if love’s

just fading into to photographs

Close your eyes and

Dream of America

Voices flicker through the walls

Like an omen while I’m sleeping

And is God

really on my side

Or do my prayers just brush the ceiling?

Looking back,

I see you the strangest light

Like a vision from a distant life

And if home’s only circles

we make on the map

I’ll close my eyes

 Dream of America

But who am

I to ever know the reasons why?

Or if there’s life beyond

The Great Divide

And if time’s

only turning into paragraphs

I’ll close my eyes and dream