They tell you there is no sign of hope
You tell me there is no sign of hope
Tomorrow there’ll be no gravity for me
I want to tie you down with rope
I want to tie you to this tree
The esplanade’s so majestic that into majesty I glide
Rest your weight upon my arm
Do take my hand
Let’s visit
And our visions light and time do bend
Thus no light we perceive at the tunnel’s end
On the esplanade our vision’s so splendidly grand
Majesty is before not at the tunnel’s end
This reality is ours to defend
Name it not it has no need of name
Too few others understand the game
The light’s before not at the tunnel’s end
The photograph illustrating “ESPLANADE” is by David F. Brandon also called “ESPLANADE”
Both image and text © David F. Brandon, 2014.