Paris Blue Shadow Blues 2015

©2015

paris, 13 november twenty fifteen

dreams fall like bullets

bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

the heartless shadows

praised the darkness and reloaded

smiling, innocent, alive just a moment ago

pride, prejudice, religion transmuted into hate

fingers on the trigger

the people become the howling

weeping truth, re-described as sacred

bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

someone put a flower in a bullet hole

lighted a candle on the bloody street

played a piano to the bowing crowd

huddled together in mystery and grief

I was far, far away

yet my soul was nearby, right there

bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

hope, rage, forgiveness, revenge

tears and silence in cold waves

all of that buried me in screams

where strangers gathered into family

no one wanted to be alone

bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

I was choked in bitterness

breathing flames into the cold dark night

silence breaking my heart

I could not turn away

eyes open, heart on fire,

I took a deep breath

as the whole world wept

praising God

where he fell

bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

........ William Fredric Posey