They tell you there is no sign of hope
You tell me there is no sign of hope
Tomorrow there'll be no gravity for me
I want to tie you down with rope
I want to tie you to this tree
The esplanade's so majestic that into majesty I glide
And find my reveries there for
you to guide
Rest your weight upon my arm I
beg do take my hand
To visit and our visions
light and time do bend
Thus no light we perceive
at tunnel’s end
Majesty before not at tunnel’s end
This reality ours to
defend
Name it not it has no need of
name
Too few others understand the
same
The light's before not at tunnel’s
end
The photograph illustrating
this work is an image by the artist David F. Brandon also called “ESPLANADE” ©
David F. Brandon, 2014.
