08: Voice post

[livingmyths]

I can't seem to stop singing! Even when I try to speak normally I end up singing, like this dream I had last night.

I dreamed the sun was falling
into darkness, and I ran
into the night was endless
slipping through my famished hand
and the sky was like a furnace
I could not see to stand
committed to its emptiness
the night rains sand

I have seen the sunlight fading
into echoes on the floor
and I dreamed the stars parading
like tin soldiers on the shore
the city casts no shadow now...

Everyone across the city seems to have the same problem.

There are voices on the wind
stolen voices, sacred moans
You can hear them through your skin
and the singing of the bones...