Seeing on down the road I know that now is not yet the time
For someone nearby to fall and be lost within my domain.
Had I the opportunity of explanation I would wax eloquent.
Far too much energy has been exerted in rhythm and rhyme.
As I look out across the seared landscape of the empty plain,
I lazily dream of mountains where not enough time was spent...
One does not kick up one's heels in premature exultation.
One needs sleep and rest, and then more sleep and tender care,
Wrapped in somnolent embrace of Morpheus, dreaming deep.
I would invite you with golden lettered, engraved invitation,
Or traverse the seemingly endless miles and carry myself there,
Offering my arms as pillows and bartering my days of sleep...
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I watch the fiery sunset inch its way toward a darkness cold.
This I cannot allow, rise up, climb up above the bottom rung
Just one more time so we can stand in the clothes we once wore.
Stay angry in your mind and stride forth even if falsely bold,
And we will sing again the songs that we have so often sung.
In doing so we will throw open wide the slowly closing door....
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I intend to add fifteen or twenty years of smiling sunshine
Before we yield inevitably to that of which no one wishes to speak.
I know things that can't be said lest taken for granted which cannot be.
There is a book of black and white and red with answers line by line
Salvaged eons ago by scholars holy among the ancient Greeks.
It is not yet the time. This I know. The colors speak to me....
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