to tell a fable

across the night we hear a different sound
of more than life rejoicing in its prime
with echoes coming from a future ground

into the coming day most are now bound
each of us prisoners of hope and time
across the night we hear a different sound

true value's not in dollar nor in pound
the music here's not a drumbeat or chime
with echoes coming from a future ground

we wait for mountain to decay to mound
new creatures to rise up out of the slime
across the night we hear a different sound

so much remains the waiting to astound
we burn the rock to make the harsh quicklime
with echoes coming from a future ground

what others lost we know that we have found
and honest speech must never be a crime
across the night we hear a different sound
with echoes coming from a future ground