David Lacey

Rookie - 224 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

Bells Chime The Hour Of Our Awakening - Poem by David Lacey

Velvet corridors form a labyrinth of purple bliss within the city walls
Our journey is begun, now, as we follow the summers trail
Sailing in the shadow of the sun.
The stars are our guardians by nightfall

We are as one within the all
Fallen from no grace but that of unknown unity
To experience life upon this plain
To experience love, joy and pain
We must be placed within terrestrial form
In skins that age with the storming of the years.

A knock upon the window pane
Who is it?
Who flies this high at night?
What angel is this?
What devil’s mistress?
Who are you?
Where are you?

I am your reflection lost.

Bells chime the hour of our awakening
As we are shaken, dragged from slumbering mass
And thrown into a world at war within itself.
The youth of the day are hiding,
Terrified of the grim reality that awaits them beyond the gates of graduation.

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  • Rookie - 39 Points Patricia Gale (12/16/2006 10:06:00 AM)

    A powerful piece, the use of the imagery captures this write and takes it to the heart of the reader. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 9, 2010


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