falling off the edge

the monster we can't see's the one to fear
those that we watch are quite easy to ward
we spend our time in worry and in care

the dull red clouds now tell us to beware
as storms are coming and will batter hard
the monster we can't see's the one to fear

this light we seek shows that the world is bare
yet darkness from our hearts is still not barred
we spend our time in worry and in care

we've shaken off the dream and the nightmare
we've other obligations on the card
the monster we can't see's the one to fear

at this point we can't do more than just stare
the bearer of our hopes is never marred
we spend our time in worry and in care

nothing we have are we allowed to spare
rope is now paid out measured by the yard
the monster we can't see's the one to fear
we spend our time in worry and in care

something to see

in what close view we may see our desire
none now can tell nor what the way's to be
it does not take us to some rustic lea
nor do we hear the hum along the wire
there's no tune here for harp or lute or lyre
each path is blocked by a green leafy tree
no elves hide here or none that we can see
this is a season both of rain and fire
a wind that passes would bring all relief
our spring is short for summer quickly comes
the end of duty marks no change of state
in every moment mingle joy and grief
they add up every time into vast sums
yet there's no danger we will arrive late

a fresh way to fly

an end to waiting and an end to doubt
not for us now the fury nor the sound
all feet are firmly planted on hard ground
none who are in are now to be sent out
there's no desire to challenge or to flout
orders that have gone the normal round
a new task's been set to start or found
this place from which we'll stand and shout
beyond these partial walls there is a light
arising from new hopes and not from pain
meanwhile the symbols are all held in place
we're grateful for the chances of this night
the grass must spring up after this fresh rain
and brilliance emerge from each new face

elements of discourse

a map that tells no story that we know
over the flags of nations never born
reality of its grizzled locks is shorn
nobody reaps the crops that they sow
the changing moments are never slow
but seem to us abandoned and forlorn
papers come to us clean and untorn
those things that happen let us grow
older in our minds not in each face
here there's no wisdom left to chide
the ones who question all that's new
none can sense the completion of space
in the broad universe no one can hide
there's deepest black behind the blue