passionate intensity

the measurement of light in the still air
an art perfected by the best of men
vanishing past the point where any care

the morning like most mornings is set fair
outside i look for robin or for wren
the measurement of light in the still air

little is given but still there's some to spare
the greatest flight's beyond the normal ken
vanishing past the point where any care

far from me now is terror of nightmare
the monster still may lurk within its den
the measurement of light in the still air

for a brief moment i may sit and stare
my mind will concentrate upon the pen
vanishing past the point where any care

we're kidding but we're kidding on the square
there's no chance we will see this shape again
the measurement of light in the still air
vanishing past the point where any care