Raising The Sparks - Akron/Family, Angels of Light

Sadly we grieved

As the groom lost his tongue

And began to unfold all his questions

From a place near his heart

Where his ribs caged a spark

That was lighting enlightening burdens

Crowds gathered round

Fathers lost, sons had found

What the bachelors of old all were missing

And a glimpsed image spoke

Faded fast, made of smoke

It could barely be heard, such a murmur

Such a sight never seen

Like the thousands of dreams

That you’ve 'wakened to never remember

And a residue left

Right through day into night

Lighting up enough space to be empty

We thought we found

The source of the sound

But illusions are made of such thinking

We lost, we found ourselves

Back on the ground

Holding the walls of our bedrooms to

Raise the sparks