Lost

I sometimes think that I am lost
In folds of time and space
And wond’ring whether I have crossed
Again some friendly face

I find myself gazing toward
The spaces I’ve forgot
The places where my soul has soared
Before this time, this lot

If I remembered them I could
Learn all their lessons wise
Those mem’ries floating like driftwood
Beneath uncharted skies

Right

‘Right’ is a funny thing
Some claim to know it well
While others call its value meaningless

The sureheaded e’er sing
That their truth-bells do knell
That any other way is evil’s kiss

And from the other side
Rebukes come ever loud
‘Those first ones have it backwards; they are wrong!’

Reality’s untied
But truth remains unbowed
Known to so few that none will hear its song.