Through wind and rain,
the fire burns on capital hill;
Especially,
when one makes note of its existence in a setting in the water that is far
too bold too cold,
to make a steady foothold for its continued luminescence in the dark in the light
Regardless of time,
old age or prime
So to wait...
Heaven closes its blinds


But what liking of it
is to a man's desire, his intrinsic fire
The power within him, the passion driving him
Topped by his confidence,
his humour, his transcendence
to make impossible a possible and probable
But hold...
so to speak
As the river floods, tide turns
Letters
fetter into words, words into meanings to conjure feelings
Turning history a mystery bringing misery
Of the days he's forgotten
Dug up old memories
buried at the core,
over on the other
side of shore
Underneath the floor behind a locked door
But wait but why wait
Clearly he's wrong, she's gone
But he's strong
The fire still burns
on the capital hill
He walks towards infinity
away from capital hill