Central Drift... Poem by Division Bell

On the hill,
Above the valley,
In the nights of wonder,
With stars glowing,
Dancing dew,
The night mist pouring,
Over and above,
The Anonymous,

The opus of thoughts,
Traveling the worlds,
Multiple,
And mystic,

Quarreling,
Perpetually,
With the shadow of the dark,
The sweet scent,
Flows over land,
But no one,
Determined to notice,

And there the shadow was,
Spread thoroughly,
Yet away,
Just to convince,
How green it was,
On the other side,

Its dawn by now,
And the sun plays the part,

There it showed,
The deep valley between…