illumination of sound

half-mentioned half-unspoken a rising tone
takes us to realms we'd never thought to see
makes us the folk we'd never hoped to be
amidst the straining hearer's we're alone
cut off from radio and from telephone
there's nothing that will not let us agree
or take from us the sacred guarantee
that magic sound will echo in the bone
there is a dance we cannot comprehend
staying in place and swaying to the beat
that's not the music but the inner voice
drawn from the place where no one may pretend
safe for the moment from all heavy heat
the heart and mind in unison rejoice

the mercury goes up and up

time rules our thoughts and tells us no lies
we get to choose no paths but lots of pain
the world requires that we all stretch and strain

much more is done than we could just devise
not one of us who does the job for gain
time rules our thoughts and tells us no lies

what comes tomorrow no one may surmise
we know that there will be no healing rain
the sun will once more drive us all insane
time rules our thoughts and tells us no lies

brighter horizons

the rules make room for little but the past
we aren't supposed to question nor demand
on the slow stream our messages are cast

a different day will come upon us fast
what means we'll have had better be to hand
the rules make room for little but the past

at times we will just have to stand aghast
at every change that comes upon the land
on the slow stream our messages are cast

too many years we've served before the mast
and now they cast us off when we can't stand
the rules make room for little but the past

no place to hide and surely comes the blast
when an end comes it will be safely planned
on the slow stream our messages are cast

no matter what the choices are not vast
what might have been will certainly be banned
the rules make room for little but the past
on the slow stream our messages are cast