WINE AND GATES
Day Of A Dream In Mind For Ought
pipe, and a rainbow
the turn of fire into a friend
the skin of silence, for a moment, to gladly owe
and then sleep, the future for a demanding end
the thought crosses the mind
does a dream worth its weight in gold give an hour to hope?
the future seems to be here, the clash of situations for the rest of time
could we seek the essence of life in its grasp, an our of cope
these sidelong views on the order of things...
the tact of generosity in mind for another cup of tea, with death
as if to hold a child of selection for the real, to be a healing ease
made for the tears of the having morn, the place of wisdom to grant the moment of it
hard to say, but we know the outcome
of a simple look at things to come for us
the road to unction and the piety we function for, an outburst of love
isn't the need of a silver lining the behest of youth, to calm the eye thus?
patience for a lucre, of a sullen more in the way, a horse with a friends name
to sake the change of seasons as we come and go, the power to hush
instinct and the intuition to find the means to an end, accounted as fame
of a presence of mind to know when to say, the good of all things, even and does
was this deal of a lifetime made with a God of chance and service to false ordeals?
can the taste of hope begin here with a since in love with amends, the truth in twain?
complete to the ides of a tongue, to measure the forth and the worth of aspect to weal?
threads of a dim presence in the know, are we the tale of survival for the take of strength
perhaps a morning worth the issue of the plain
never say die for you, the watch of disdain for a class of redemption
the terror of sires to confirm the total of excellency, the very thought came
of a place in another's heart, to find with a brace of what has, a life's mention
the turn of fire into a friend
the skin of silence, for a moment, to gladly owe
and then sleep, the future for a demanding end
the thought crosses the mind
does a dream worth its weight in gold give an hour to hope?
the future seems to be here, the clash of situations for the rest of time
could we seek the essence of life in its grasp, an our of cope
these sidelong views on the order of things...
the tact of generosity in mind for another cup of tea, with death
as if to hold a child of selection for the real, to be a healing ease
made for the tears of the having morn, the place of wisdom to grant the moment of it
hard to say, but we know the outcome
of a simple look at things to come for us
the road to unction and the piety we function for, an outburst of love
isn't the need of a silver lining the behest of youth, to calm the eye thus?
patience for a lucre, of a sullen more in the way, a horse with a friends name
to sake the change of seasons as we come and go, the power to hush
instinct and the intuition to find the means to an end, accounted as fame
of a presence of mind to know when to say, the good of all things, even and does
was this deal of a lifetime made with a God of chance and service to false ordeals?
can the taste of hope begin here with a since in love with amends, the truth in twain?
complete to the ides of a tongue, to measure the forth and the worth of aspect to weal?
threads of a dim presence in the know, are we the tale of survival for the take of strength
perhaps a morning worth the issue of the plain
never say die for you, the watch of disdain for a class of redemption
the terror of sires to confirm the total of excellency, the very thought came
of a place in another's heart, to find with a brace of what has, a life's mention
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Day Of A Dream In Mind For Ought
Day Of A Dream In Mind For Ought
