so keen the blade

the scope of vision comes down to one leaf
no time for moonset in the distant bay
that was a moment lacking in all grief

an age ago we thought it plain relief
to break the silence letting each one say
the scope of vision comes down to one leaf

not one of us would claim to have a beef
with those who had not yet quite gone astray
that was a moment lacking in all grief

it was so easy then to play at chief
and turn rejoicing to the sun's first ray
the scope of vision comes down to one leaf

in simple times the problem with belief
is that it makes the whole of life a play
that was a moment lacking in all grief

to tell the truth i name myself a thief
who has abstracted memory of a day
the scope of vision comes down to one leaf
that was a moment lacking in all grief