Once with a question we
Could open doors of truth
Could ask for wisdom and
Receive it, given free
And yet it seems to me
That when I ask today
I hear from those who think themselves so wise
And never those whose minds are broad and deep
Once with a question we
Could open doors of truth
Could ask for wisdom and
Receive it, given free
And yet it seems to me
That when I ask today
I hear from those who think themselves so wise
And never those whose minds are broad and deep
For whom do I create?
For you, for me?
For some imagined audience
Quiet as the still night?
I think I create
For that soul
Which cannot survive without
That creation
Is that you?
Someone else?
Or some hidden part of me?
And if it is the last
How can I know him better?
Bright flashes all round
A swirling chaos
Of water
Of air
Leveling all in its wake
And in its center
A quiet, for a time
So often does the wind
Change its course
And I am forced to wonder:
Do I force through?
Tack west against nature?
Or do I follow?
So often I see the stars
And wonder at worlds above
What we could see
What we could find
If there, above it all
There is a world
For me
Then I remember
When I look in your eyes
That right before me
Is a world all my own
The soldier asked the pirate why
He plundered ‘long the coast
The pirate asked, “Why would you die
Defending those with most?”
A quiet corner without noise
In which to nestle tight
Free from the hecticness of day
And like to solemn night
In the quiet
My mind howls
If I could ride a boat along
The endless stream of time
And listen to the eerie song
It sings bereft of rhyme
I wonder what wonders I’d see
And who I would become
Were I from this spacetime-point free
To with the time-stream hum
With fevered wanting I look in your eyes
As desp’rately I wish to hold you tight
Look now past all that makes up my disguise
My true, unfettered love is in your sight