Shadow Above

saved by windows

and doors that grow in the ground

low roll  seaside

sheherezade of the sand

shadow above

living is rage

always the changes

by the fifth of july

every daydream

summer and sailing

blue sky

no one sees me

but the face in the ground

silent  graceful

and the shades have been drawn

shadow above

no iron cages

always the danger

by the fifth of july

luna will save me

up in the high trees

too high

the darkest hours

when nothing moves

but the sigh of the lord

castle walls

survey all

but the figure

crouched below