Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Bells

The bells rang their tones nearby,
Or so it seemed
Different notes strung together
Speaking a phrase
A quiet stillness all around
But still the bells speak
No other noise heard

And like a child lost
I wander
And try to locate their origin
But I only chase my tail
Like the Thirsty Dog
As they continue to ring
Ring, Ring, Ring
In my ear

It's dawn on the end of the world
And still the bell choir rings out
Ring, Ring, Ring

All uncertainties came to die
To become ash as grey as heaven above
No man spoke
Not a car, driven
But still a phrase rang out!

I braved the empty fields,
Obscured by a veil of morning's fog
And barren schoolyards
Void of the innocent children's laughter
Of their mirth
No rancher tending the cattle,
In fact, they were missing, too
But still, from some nearby surrounding
The bells kept resounding

Different tones strung together
Ring, Ring, Ringing
A melodious goodbye
Ring ring
Bye bye


SusiePrue said...

this is beautiful! i found my way to you through the amanda palmer blog and i am truly impressed. i'm very moved by this and can't wait to read more. keep it up!

Gabriel Grub said...

Holy shit.

Thank you so much.

You're like, my first comment ever.

Thank you thank you thank you. :)