What Happened To All The Good News

What happened to all the good news?
Did it get lost going home?
Have you seen it in the alleyways
among the foxes and the dandelions

What happened to the future?
Did someone drink it all away?
I think I saw its honeyed bottle
in a dream of yesterday

The cold cloak of the night
surrounds us like castle walls
and the orange autumn fire
welcomes ragged animals who have lost their way

The endless sky of nothing
is velvet to my calls
the fire is burning low
and we've nowhere else to go

so we reminisce about the start of spring
we watch the clouds for clues
and sleep to seek the child
of good news

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.