Across the Water by Bob MacKenzie Is this the land of the golden highways; Is this the city of the jewelled dreams? And what fire! What fire burns still brightly here? Does the fire burn with heat or only light? The sun from the water seems to ascend The sky dripping with water and with fire, While across the water silver towers shine With their own cold fire against the heavens. In the west is a dark rainbow some climb Into that dark place across the water To find only death in fading buildings, Decaying fallen life outside the light. And further east the earth swallows masses Who follow the Prince of Darkness blindly Into his dark world like Persephone, All the while holding her torch high for light. Where is the ferryman? Where the wild dog With three heads, waiting to cross the water? Over there, are there life giving flowers Or only the dark across the water? |