In the Falling Dark - Bruce Cockburn

    and the lights lie tumbled out like gems
    the moon is nothing but a toothless grin
    floating out on the evening wind
    the smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night
    and the rush of life in flight at the speed of light

    a million footsteps whispering
    a guitar sounds -- some voices sing
    smoke on the breeze -- eyes that sting
    far in the east a yellow cloud bank climbs
    stretching away to be part of tomorrow's time.

    earthbound while everything expands
    so many grains of sand
    slipping from hand to hand
    catching the light and falling into dark
    the world fades out like an overheard remark
    in the falling dark.

    light pours from a million radiant lives
    off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives
    all that glory shining around and we're all caught taking a dive
    and all the beasts of the hills around shout, "such a waste!
    don't you know that from the first to the last we're all one in the gift of Grace!"

    (Ottawa  9/3/76)


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