Lone Bell - Mount Eerie
I imagined a clear bell
Echoing in the hills
Behind curtains of rain
In the hills behind the high school
So I opened the door and went there
Walking slowly in a white wall of fog
A silent more cautious awareness arises
Deeper in
The ground at my feet falls away
On a peak or in a swamp
All debris erased
Lone bell
Clear moon
Sky home
Distorted cymbals rise
What is left of the dissipating
Dream world I made
Mid day in the light
Quiet echoes of a freezing moon
Distant bell cold and clear