Singers Without Eyes

Singers Without Eyes
© Surazeus
2016 08 21

I hear ten thousand singers without eyes
who wander lonely sea to shining sea
cry out the sorrows buried in our hearts
and give our anguish wings to fly off free.

Out on the western plains where hot winds howl,
and letters on street signs are faded blind,
I hear mute singers with the devil prowl
who catch cold falling stars with laughing mind.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.

From desert wind they blow into small towns
and play guitar to sing weird spells that charm
our aching hearts which see but weeping clowns
who ran away as boys from family farms.

I see ten thousand singers without souls
chant magic spells on stage of flashing light
who cover human face with plastic mask
for broken wings that fail to power flight.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.

Their voices echo loud in city streets
to calculate how Death cheats every man
who dances without care to rocking beat
and follows him to bottomless abyss.

Down into cave of doom we dance alone
through ring of fire on wings of bitter hope
where Orpheus sings spells on shining throne
while atoms of our souls swirl back to stars.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.