The Lancean Specificity
Candle of Our Dreams
A few have almost everything at last now as it seems
To us past how at why we who have nothing but our dreams
The many without anything much left to call our own
On the edge of life and death where our heartbeat and our breath
Flicker but keep going as though our brief candle knowing
How we either live together now or else we die alone
And if something should go right for us then we would have earned it
The hard way when we did it wrong the right way when we learned it
The few have left the many nothing right now but our dreams
At why past how as it seems for now and always where we find
What we have and do not have and what we have to leave behind
What as it seems but by our dreams our life outlives their death
Who would not share could not be there to share it who would not
Evolve and learn as we revolve and turn could not remember
The falling leaf becomes a rising ember in December
When the light returns remembering then what the few forgot
And so it is we who rise even though to our surprise
We who stop being invisible when we open our eyes
We the many who have nothing but our dreams at why past how
Not the few not with their nothing less than nothingness of
To have or not to have the question asked them then by love
When at last our dreams are all of always as it seems for now
Each a spark though born to trouble flying upward through the blue
An ember in December who remembers what to do
At why past how we live for now and let the few have then
We the many who are not afraid to live until we die
When love is now or never then now never comes again
We the many who have nothing but who light the morning sky
By our dreams to be beyond what as it seems we might have been
Unseen we were invisible but seeing we can see
Past how and passing through why not at last now seeing why
By our own light us being right and how we can be free
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
To us past how at why we who have nothing but our dreams
The many without anything much left to call our own
On the edge of life and death where our heartbeat and our breath
Flicker but keep going as though our brief candle knowing
How we either live together now or else we die alone
And if something should go right for us then we would have earned it
The hard way when we did it wrong the right way when we learned it
The few have left the many nothing right now but our dreams
At why past how as it seems for now and always where we find
What we have and do not have and what we have to leave behind
What as it seems but by our dreams our life outlives their death
Who would not share could not be there to share it who would not
Evolve and learn as we revolve and turn could not remember
The falling leaf becomes a rising ember in December
When the light returns remembering then what the few forgot
And so it is we who rise even though to our surprise
We who stop being invisible when we open our eyes
We the many who have nothing but our dreams at why past how
Not the few not with their nothing less than nothingness of
To have or not to have the question asked them then by love
When at last our dreams are all of always as it seems for now
Each a spark though born to trouble flying upward through the blue
An ember in December who remembers what to do
At why past how we live for now and let the few have then
We the many who are not afraid to live until we die
When love is now or never then now never comes again
We the many who have nothing but who light the morning sky
By our dreams to be beyond what as it seems we might have been
Unseen we were invisible but seeing we can see
Past how and passing through why not at last now seeing why
By our own light us being right and how we can be free
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
