26 November 2010

nine years after

edge cases are the ones we have to test

the bounds of who and how we are to know

not truly purpose but beneath it flow

with reason and direction to invest

both mind and fortune as at once possessed

before we're dragged down by the undertow

no hope of rescue since our hero's slow

while time is real and out here uncompressed

we need our little lies or so it seems

just to make sense of all the complex tales

read every morning on electric air

as we awake from satisfying dreams

not truly certain that we know what fails

nor why the trees are all now dry and bare

18 November 2010

main street after main street

no reason for your heart to get the joke

we took the road and followed every twist

found villages that time seemed to have missed

and watched the sun come out from autumn's cloak

into a world we wanted to evoke

for younger selves but that could not exist

where light and warmth burnt off the silly mist

and foolish wishes turned into thin smoke

smile now at folly and give measured praise

for what must be and grant the purpose set

that we must give a lead to urgent youth

who wish to set the turning world ablaze

as we did once before we learnt regret

and found our tiny corner of the truth