Robes Of Bible Black

Howe Gelb

Keep little the promise 
but less the lie 
from down this mud here 
to way up sky 
let light and love 
be keep to the test 
and short supply 
never enter the nest 
now sleep with eyes rolled back 
so tongue might taste 
the sweet dream water 
and not the waste 
when time to turn 
come time awake 
back from luck 
to the same mistake 

faint heart will rise 
from track to trail 
when the storm will ease 
and clear skies prevail 
it?ll find the one 
with the heartless wail 
it?ll slide back in 
where love grew stale 
wearing the robes 
of bible black 
torn to shreds now 
from self attack 
lingering long 
when it?s time to turn back 
burying faint heart 
by the railroad track