Spirit

Now the cities are just scars
We gather around fires and streams
The night is thick and anyway
Filled with beasts and evils spirits
So shut your eyes tight.

Should they wake up
In the middle of your sleep
May the Good Spirit protect you
In your wanderings

But if you find the Secret gate
Back to the Golden Days
Don't forget to come back
And tell us the way.

(February 2009)