THE ESPLANADE

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.