Across the whitewash

In urban fields of dreams,
flashes of green mingle with pebbled grey
and young men prove their worth.

across the whitewashed borders,
lives are lived and deaths are died,
dead men walking

time ceases to drone and comes alive,
space crinkles and bursts into freedom
of genuis and brutal glory.

on these modern fields of light and dark,
we love you still and hope for those moments
when we know ecstasy once more.