Translucent Carriages

The translucent carriages
 Drawing morning in
 Dawn inside their pockets
 Like a whisper on the wind
 The soft touch of your words
 Has been betrayed like love grown old
 Or the silhouettes of children
 Crying somewhere in the cold
 The ancient night is coming back
 The light is fading out
 The tree is hid in shadow
 In a fog of useless doubt
 Go away go away
 The imperative is drawn
 All your symbols are shattered
 All your sacred words are gone
 The caravans are leaving
 For the dawn of nothing
 Lepers carry roses
 To Jerusalem
 In peace
 Sons bury their fathers
 In war
 Fathers bury their sons
 Love is silent
 At the edge of the universe
 Waiting
 To come in
 Jesus raised the dead
 But who
 Will raise the living
 Every time I see you passing by
 I have to wonder why