I am too little certain
For a man of principle
Too little learned
For a man of letters
Too little wise
For a man who listens
Too little
For many things
Still
Time remains
I am too little certain
For a man of principle
Too little learned
For a man of letters
Too little wise
For a man who listens
Too little
For many things
Still
Time remains
Come and play, O Sun
Run around the yard with us
Just for a short while
Bright and merry were the days
We spent beside our kin
A light we carried through the haze
Of joy we wandered in
Yet now the bells have ceased to ring
And winter’s chill remains
Oh, how the fell season does sing
Of far too distant rains
I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
Is this the life you saw with me
Those many years ago?
A star glowed brightly
So I followed, knowing not
Where the star might lead
I’ve often seen in visions what
Another time could be
On someone else’s life looked, but
That someone else was me
It is a strange and curious thing
To so know something false
As strands of time unpasséd sing
As strongly as your pulse
In the deepness
Of a moment
I find multitudes
Of stars:
Knowledge
Wonder
Fury
Calm
Wisdom
Innocence
Dullest grey and brilliant light
Pervade my senses
Each not without the other
And I with both
All’s quiet here now
At night, in the fire’s calm heat
As we breathe and slow
I walked into a clouded place
Amidst a sunless sky
Away from time, away from space
Flying both low and high
It was a place of in-between
No edges and no floor
A place meant to go e’er unseen
Not so much as a door
Yet still I found myself in there
Parted from earthly bonds
Breathing something I won’t call air
Standing in misted ponds
And soon as I looked ’round, I stepped
Again through my mind’s door
From a place I found as I slept
That made me want for more