by
Daniel Thompson
Night is the future
I drive in the middle of
Under the weather of
moonlight
Under the charity of darkness
With Godspeed I drive
Through the scarred
wilderness
The ruderal loneliness
As if I were Heaven’s
messenger
And had the divine right of
way
Across avenues of bad news
To the streets of greed
Night is the future
For the fugitives of day
Who lay their heads down
Where there feet have trod
And hold in rough hands
This day-old daily bread
In a prison without walls
Under stars they seldom see
Night is the future
A dream of a blind date
Our faith arranges
Between justice and love
Under the weather of
moonlight
Under the charity of darkness