The Will of the Wisps - Dan Bull

Sometimes the lifeboat to which our hope is tethered

Is but a floating feather

Blown in zephyrs in the soaking weather

The mist and the smoke envelop

A mystery, a missed envelope

An unopened letter

Wrote instead of

Letting these emotions

Go through the motions, ever

Hope is a coping method

Is a mechanism

Letting us get rid of the foreboding peril

Say no to the Devil

To the toad in the hole

That we know can control

On a whole new level

Mill wheel turning

Fear will turn into cheer

Chilled, flowing in vessels

How long have we known each other?

Would you rather go alone instead of

Getting thrown together

With a ghost in a lonesome bed

I bet it goes through your head, huh?

If we won’t keep our head up

And we don’t keep ahead

I bet we won’t keep our head above the ocean

Then and we’ll recede to the seas

That are deep below these heavens

Knees trembling

He sees us… Jesus

For a hesitant moment there, I was froze in terror

With a phobic tremor

That stoic heroics never extinguish

Spoken in the most elegant English

Flash!

Lightning, fires fade

Ash, rising, sky ablaze

Some of us die and raise to a higher place

Others just lie in wait in a hiding place

With a frightened face

Eyes agape and gazing vacant

Waiting patiently

Pacing aimlessly

To syncopated beats

We need to face the things we hate to see

Embrace the things we hate to say we need

And that’s hard to do

How can we start anew?

When it feels like we’re just half-way through

The last chapter, the last part, and now we’re starting two

But in my heart of hearts I knew

That this is what I’ve got to do

True.

And when I’m in the zone

I’ll never be alone with you

You tenderly approach

Your presence is a glow

Put a hand on my shoulder, friend

And hold me, hold me, hold me close

Hold me close

Hold me close

Hold me close

Hold me close

Hold me close

Hold me close