TREASURE OF THE BROKEN LAND
In Memory of Edward Durnin
January 25, 1911 - June 13, 1993
I see you now and then
in dreams
Your voice sounds
just like it used to
I know you better
than I knew you then
All I can say is I
love you
I thought our days
were commonplace
Thought they would
number in millions
Now there's only the
aftertaste
Of circumstance that
can't pass this way again
Treasure of the
broken land
Parched earth,
give up your captive ones
Waiting wind of
Gabriel
Blow soon upon
the hollow bones
I saw the city at its
tortured worst
And you were outside
the walls there
You were relieved
of a lifelong thirst
I was dry at the fountain
I knew that you could
see my shame
But you were eyeless
and sparing
I awoke when you called
my name
I felt the curtain
tearing
Treasure of the
broken land
Parched earth give
up your captive ones
Waiting wind of
Gabriel
Blow soon upon
the hollow bones
I can melt the clock
hands down
But only in my memory
Nobody gets the second
chance
To be the friend they
meant to be
I see you now and then
in dreams
Your voice sounds
just like it used to
I believe I will hear
it again
God how I love you
Treasure of the
broken land
Parched earth give
up your captive ones
Waiting wind of
Gabriel
Blow soon upon
the hollow bones
From Satellite Sky
By Mark
Heard