There is blood on the tracks
And dead crows upside down
Hung hearts hallowed harbingers
Boatmen sailing you to solid ground
Like cabbies, carpenters, charioteers
Torchbearers bridging hope from fears
Pull hope from quivers, aim arrows
At cracked vestiges of lost windows
Welcome in the light that you desire
To reflect upon others tho’ still mired
Wrestling, stumbling, and clamoring
Alone in black searching for a glimmer
Like waning moons hiding from stars
Pacing inside shadows just barely ajar