Lost Boys

My blistered feet turn bloody

So I take to the air

And I am everywhere, I am starlight

Oh, I am moonlightOver burning fields and bodies

I stay close to the ground

Slipping miles from the arches and arc-lights

Into the warm nightWinged children, all

Will fly over the mountain wall

To the lid of the sky

And slice its belly full wide

With their warm knivesNot the pin-pricks of starlight

But to bathe in the bright blood

Of the world, of the world above