winds from another world

a prayer on my lips
a lament on yours
even a lullaby on the wind-
sings the song of prowess.

i wonder if you're listening
out there, on that freeway
and all the things i want to say
won't be carried by solar winds.

o heaven, o hell, o purgatory,
carry the call and the letter of pain
carry the agony to and from that road
and tell the sleeping stars;
tell them of everything we've done.