a finished project

 so many words and then not one word more
you send them out and wait to hear their fate
not one of us who truly knows the score

they're not the same as the ones gone before
there's greater difference than the time and date
so many words and then not one word more

the mind has so much in its ordered store
for those who hurry and for those who wait
not one of us who truly knows the score

you do your best to entertain not bore
cleaning old messages from the worn slate
so many words and then not one word more

who could remember what each hero wore
to meet the host that gathered at the gate
not one of us who truly knows the score

we let the thoughts in giant gushes pour
while all of us hold forth upon the state
so many words and then not one word more
not one of us who truly knows the score

our only options

 

we won't take ship on stranger seas to sail
instead we stay behind and watch the sky
looking for messages from those that fly
with seemly haste ahead of the great gale
when all our stratagems have come to fail
we have no other weapons standing by
to claim that truth is just another lie
and nothing matters but the final tale
when nights turn cold and faces all are flat
there won't be foes with whom we'll have to meet
nor any progress by the royal barge
we'll hear no signals from a bird or bat
no strangers smile when passing on the street
but many wait to answer the last charge

hillside to hillside

 

one flash of colour in the ranks of green
below the valley fills right up with shade
we can't be sure just what we have now seen

between the spaces there's never a screen
we get from point to point without your aid
one flash of colour in the ranks of green

we come and then we pass right from the scene
others will see as quaint the games we played
we can't be sure just what we have now seen

for a brief moment there's a golden sheen
but it was gone at once from the parade
one flash of colour in the ranks of green

we will not be the ones that we had been
from the high path we all have fled or strayed
we can't be sure just what we have now seen

allow no one to tell you what you mean
you alone know just how you make the grade
one flash of colour in the ranks of green
we can't be sure just what we have now seen

not being a goose

 

silence and music in our hearts combine
to give us what we think we most desire
the cords that bind each life may now entwine
silence and music in our hearts combine

the truth is what we can no more refine
the thing that most resists our constant ire
silence and music in our hearts combine
to give us what we think we most desire

each one of us will travel through the fire
to find the place where we'll be safe when old
but not a one can meet what you require
each one of us will travel through the fire

to some such revelry we might aspire
should we truly become the brave and bold
each one of us will travel through the fire
to find the place where we'll be safe when old

nothing that happens could have been foretold
the prince won't meet the maiden at the ball
nor will the ugly sisters laugh and scold
nothing that happens could have been foretold

we have no courage against rain and cold
the thinnest ice will lead us each to sprawl
nothing that happens could have been foretold
the prince won't meet the maiden at the ball

we are too nervous ever to stand tall
nor are we gracious when you cross the line
somebody thinks that we are on the ball
we are too nervous ever to stand tall

we learn no lesson from the greatest fall
each turns aside to drink the beer and wine
we are too nervous ever to stand tall
nor are we gracious when you cross the line

so far to travel

 

from treeless hilltop we may watch the sea
dreams take us places we each crave to know
while air and water never cease to flow

from true perfection we all wish to flee
fearing the payment of a giant blow
from treeless hilltop we may watch the sea

the only message is don't mean but be
we reach the ending whether swift or slow
each just arrives and is eager to go
from treeless hilltop we may watch the sea

winter is coming

 

wind blowing coldly
sky bluer than arctic ice
winter is coming

last blooms are brought in
fruit collected in basket
winter is coming

night falls so heavy
on the evergreen forest
winter is coming

frost we are promised
grass will crackle underfoot
winter is coming

sleep is our master
too short the night till waking
winter is coming