‘Til We All Have Faces
a storm is rising, I await the evening
rain
and just for a moment the world became
sane
Mediterranean blues from somewhere
make the colours of you hang in the air
light from light
we have been
sleeping
just waiting for
something like rain
‘til we all have
faces
‘til we all have
faces
when will we all
have faces again
blessed are the poor, for they shall
have heaven
and in a moment the world will be sane
slashing at ears won’t change
anything
or all of those sacramental games
and I have been listening
to older spirits
calling the heart
beyond love’s
caring
outside the metro bar, a kid sits on
the street
we all embrace him with our stares
waiting for love, like rain to come
down
as though someone really cares
Steve
Butler
Edinburgh,
September 1998
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2000 Sticky Music