Live in the void
And I wish you well
Untouched by the sound, the peel-less bell,
But each of the levels of dante’s hell,
Just a door to open, gateway for the soul
And the golden alloy, is alchemy’s goal
And when the bells peel,
And sound is not pained,
By alchemist’s fire, golden life is
attained,
The music will not be harmony drained,
But a symphony of dance,
No jackets restrained,
For only then can we know,
what’s lost is not gained,
And a single, silent, cloud, can still bring
rain.
Older grows things that I’ve seen
Some places been
And others dreamed
There is a place that will be mine
A land of storms or sea calm brine
Yet in the end our fates all rhyme
I’d pick up my bags and go away
Though heavy bags may be a sign
Perhaps another place, another time
Another place another time
Another place another time
Yet in the end our fates all rhyme
So I see her face down from the mountain
The light her eyes, an aura surrounding
And laughter it is her youthful fountain
I have to rewrite
Some thoughts long owned
Experience must needs re-grow
Like the day was dressed
in mourning clothes
The funeral’s past, the coffin closed
We walk along the potted road
Trip and stutter
the long wide holes
But someone said
there’ll be a wake
Attended by smiles so often faked
We drink your health
oh, dear departed
But remember when it all started
So now rewrite
Some thoughts long owned
Experience has been re-grown
And I have learned, or at least there’s
hope
Another place another time
Another place another time
Though still in the end our fates all rhyme
