The Whispering Melody

The pendulum swings
 While the firebird, she sings
 If you know what I mean
 Then get out of my dreams

Between the dirt and the rock
 Between the bibles and glocks
 The gold standard will shock
 The warmth from the flock

Preachers and saints
 So outwardly tame
 Inside, their flame
 Ignites endless pain

The loyal, the sinners
 Despite all their slivers
 By dawn they all shiver
 In delight of the winter

Call me back, summon me
 From the pinnacle of your feet
 Call me on to victory
 From the bowels of defeat
 With the troops in their place
 With their hearts full of grace
 Rescind their insured fate
 And put me back in my place

Up and down are inverted
 The pure are perverted
 The sick last the longest
 While the free die in bondage

Inside is out
 Backwards is forth
 A matter of course
 All paths flow to true north

The whispering melody
 Inner vile symphony
 Voices of prophecy
 Calling for obscurity

Embracing the doubt
 Courting the clout
 Like wild, viscous dogs
 With sweet, tender maws

See peace in my terror
 See my eyes in the mirror
 Find hope in displeasure
 In pain there is treasure

The pendulum swings
 The honeybee stings
 If you know what I mean
 You’re a part of my dream

Originally published at Andrew L. Hicks.