ECLIPSE

Standing on a roof

Looking out on Los Angeles

You and I on top of the world

While the moon ate the center of the sun

Threw the city of light

Into shadows

 

All eyes cast up

Shaded by hands

Or looking through dusky lens

Primal memories

Of the muscle and mind

Like ancient slumbering beast

Awakening

Small panic in the soul

Will the sun come back?

To light up your eyes again

Will the sun come back?

To bring light to the world again

 

©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

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