Discover A New Perspective
Dreams float in the sea
Distant lands and trees of green
are ever pondered
Are we clay to be found and played,
Sins of metal hold fast in the storm;
The stone in your way is one you've made.
The birds sing bright words
Their death reaches the far depths
Death is life, life is death
The roads in the tree
lead nowhere, and everywhere
Seek them out, and see
Coal and oilsmoke,
Gods and idiots fulfill dreams
The stars speak; nothing
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
