04 November 2008

before sunset

in deepest silence thunder is most loud
so long to wait as sun falls into night
so many hope that all will turn out right
each of us hopes the world will make us proud
for far too long  heads bent beneath the cloud
we've let the fools define honest delight
and only said what they let us recite
it was so easy to stay in the crowd
now it is hard to be so cool and calm
as any pebble in a winter stream
when worlds depend upon more than just art
but tired bodies ache for some soft balm
it is not easy to blank out each dream
for joy insists on filling each sore heart

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