No one said the same breeze blew for us
Locked in trust
Spreading rust
With time-tempered glass around the door
Old brick floors
Beats in fours
We become the echo in the night
Turned out right
Climb the flights
Standing on the rooftop in the wind
We have sinned
But love begins.
Let peace in
Freedom wins
We grow ever steadfast, foolish grins
Barren heights
Become new life
And joy is coming quickly, gaining might
Triumph roars
Heathered moors
Aflame with spreading beauty. We are more
Because the just
Gave grace to us
And breezes blow away for us the growing dust.
postscript
Experimenting with form and imagery.