Houses of stone ...

What is it
That touches
Breathes
Is
Before the moments lost
In the days of forgotten
The wisdom lost
On the rocky coast
Of reality perceived
What is it stranger
Of which you seek
Oh wanderer of the night
What is it
That has not already been unveiled
Upshouted from rooftops
Of houses of stone
Soul
Of tomorrow today
To bring us your wings
Your silent songs
Of war and of peace
Of hearts with no ease
Of blood that was spilled
And chains made of guilt
For moonlight of pale
Success or to fail
For what of you are
In search of a star
On road far and wide
With nowhere to hide
Take heed of the day
Inside for to stay
…
For lights that may shine
And bells for you chime
What is it to be
In soul into free
The birds now have flown
And dark days have grown
Watch in for between
The seen in unseen