The Armoury

I sense a hint of it
The harmony
And cast my eyes around
The armoury

Concrete walls
And patient grenades
Then elusive and faint
Some sweet serenade

I extend a hand
To reign it in
Yet manage only to pull
Another pin

Still it drifts through
The destruction
It ebbs and flows
Without interruption

It is the seamstress
And her seams
It is the weaving
Of the dreams

It is the voice
Of deeper harmony
Why can't I leave
This armoury? 


Luke BarkerComment