THISISJOHN

every mourning
i wake
to organs
and mass songs
beautiful wood and stone
i keep in my soul
and why, oh why
the bellsongs sing
their sad hearts ring
and keep alive
tuned ears and war
the just walk with smiles
but peace is a cry
in the night

my sun's your moon
(but i'm barely here)
fighting the light
circumvent the blight
to houses made
of stone