easy recovery

there is no sorrow for a perfect day
time gives us gifts among the signs of pain
the hardest thing is that we cannot stay

so many tasks will not be done for pay
much more to life than count of loss and gain
there is no sorrow for a perfect day

we're past the hour of the last fading ray
new sun has risen over distant main
the hardest thing is that we cannot stay

given the choice we'd rather laugh and play
or watch the flights of the returning crane
there is no sorrow for a perfect day

each listens but for what we couldn't say
too long we've done without the needed rain
the hardest thing is that we cannot stay

we know that it's no use to beg and pray
the light is gone but we can still see plain
there is no sorrow for a perfect day
the hardest thing is that we cannot stay

expanding vision

 in front of me the brownly phallic tower
i fade and rise but nothing seems to change
enough surprise would anyone derange

this is no simple pleasant rustic bower
our sense of purpose now seems out of range
in front of me the brownly phallic tower

we're in and out in much less than an hour
a matter then of payment and exchange
at other times i might have thought that strange
in front of me the brownly phallic tower