never the right time

a moment named out of its place
not for our mouths the sordid verb
all emptied of its once-bright grace
a moment named out of its place

we aren't the ones who have to trace
the roots of this quite fragrant herb
a moment named out of its place
not for our mouths the sordid verb

punching in

our lives are governed by the clock
and though we hate we must obey
upon each heart there's a time-lock
our lives are governed by the clock

we aren't prepared for too much shock
but feel refreshed by normal play
our lives are governed by the clock
and though we hate we must obey

Classical music

Here an old mill-pond,
a frog jumps in from the shore;
water exploding.

Water in stillness,
amphibian's swift entry:
silence is broken.

Even in my home
surrounded by my people
I long for my home.

five miles from malvern

we reached here in the middle of the night
our beds were blankets laid out on the floor
the place seemed huge and heavy in the light

the day began and it was hot and bright
at breakfast we would ask for something more
we reached here in the middle of the night

i knew that we were in some sort of plight
but what it was could never reach my core
the place seemed huge and heavy in the light

all those around me seemed like men of might
only one of them was known to me before
we reached here in the middle of the night

at last we set out though little was set right
we could not tell the rich ones from the poor
the place seemed huge and heavy in the light

memory recalls just wonder and no spite
morning would come and we would find the door
we reached here in the middle of the night
the place seemed huge and heavy in the light