Give us truths in stone
Give us wisdom ages old
Give us knowledge passed down
Give us tools to know wrong from right
None will matter without sense
Give us truths in stone
Give us wisdom ages old
Give us knowledge passed down
Give us tools to know wrong from right
None will matter without sense
I oft go wand’ring in this wond’ring mind
And seek out truths that do elude me so
And though seldom can I indeed truth find
Such hard-won wisdom is a prize to know
What rage has Earth for we
Who tread upon her?
About my mind build
A bridge to distant places
That I might see them
In the wind the trees sway like always
The sky’s painted with blues and greys
The birds chirp and sing
The grasses peck at my toes
Like always
And all the while
Places worlds away
Knock, knock on my mind
And my mind and my eyes
Cannot agree
Like a seed it grows and blossoms
Like the wind it tickles my skin
Like the sun it melts my heart
Like the night, it calms my soul
Swirling time knocks on my window
Pecking like a bird with a seed
Incessant
Unyielding
Asking: when?
And when the raging torrent of time
Passes by
Winding before you
Roaring about you
Step in
The heart beats quiet
Longing for the sun to shine
Waiting in shadows
Soft breezes whisper nothing in my ears,
Speak of the recesses of my mind
In which little grows
And some festers
The wind grows faster, wilder
Whips and pulls at the detritus in my heart
Coaxing the tar away
Freeing my breath
Until naught remains of the broiling pain
The freckled, frayed bleakness of my soul
But a sunlit shadow
And a dim memory