1914?

What began as a 12/8 waltz-type of song with a theme involving Ambrose Bierce eventually became this.  Hopefully it will make its way onto the Hourglass Orchestra album.

When all the world was beautiful
and strange it seemed to me,
an opening, foundation left to dry

built tall and towering
- long returned into sand -
but echoes on; ‘cross empty eyes still stands

Days eventually will seep
into the cracks of dusk,
but linger still, like tattered bills still sought

by everything and one
yet value little worth
It matters less, who you have loved than hurt

I wrote to tell you
every man will fade away
If cursed with the tenderings
of old age.
I find it quite fitting
that here I should be brought
lined up against this wall of stone
and (shot)

Isn’t it so peculiar
to find the face of God?
So trampled on, left scuffed out and gone

away It flies and fades
into the waiting sand
An artifact, best never touched again

I wrote to tell you
every man will fade away
If cursed with the tenderings
of old age.
I find it quite fitting
that here I should be brought
lined up against this wall of stone
and (shot)