time of drought

what truths we have will not fade in the light
the thing that is remains what we are shown
a million stars fade with the end of night
and we return into the mapped and known
though not without a quiet sigh or groan
as we insert our feet into the daily flow
what is important isn't just the tone
we feel the absence of the rain and snow

the universe is under a vast blight
justice from many hearts too long has flown
and there is no calm moment for respite
the world we have is just a small wet stone
passing each day far into the unknown
the journey is not either fast or slow
but what we hear is not an honest moan
we feel the absence of the rain and snow

we know the days are never truly bright
but better not to face the dark alone
the chance of true retrieval is but slight
the risks of failure are not overblown
and yet we will not panic nor atone
but wait instead for the next morning glow
there's much to say upon the telephone
we feel the absence of the rain and snow

prince all the past is now but dust and bone
we cannot say the things that we all know
your seat is not the safest on the throne
we feel the absence of the rain and snow