from field to fold

 

we do those things which no one would think best
our dearest hopes and wishes can't be told
each wants a moment's laughter to be bold
and then to act before taking their rest
we venture forth from safety of the nest
into the marketplace where lives are sold
and spirit's only value is in gold
mistaking chance for some enormous test
we quickly learn the map's never the place
instead the mountains and the streams surprise
we claim a clement moment then we fall
onto the ground accepting there's no grace
but what we note with our own staring eyes
of the strange kingdoms far beyond the wall

out of the wilderness

 there is no holy cause we might defy
a surge of words leaves nothing in the air
but dust there is no evidence to spare
the ones whose guilt is plain to every eye
a thing that even children might descry
not one attempt to make the thing seem fair
the brain like the old cupboard is quite bare
this is a silence no one would deny
who does not lead might follow at the start
a guide whose whole apperance was serene
but would be startled by the honest guise
of one whose dearest love was at the heart
of understanding what images mean
to the calm mind as well as to the eyes
 

bounded by a nutshell

 

there are no landmarks in this empty place
not one of us who truly knows the way
we claim the kingship of infinite space

too easy now to fall into disgrace
mistaking fertile soil for dullest clay
there are no landmarks in this empty place

there is no route that anyone could trace
to lead us back into the common day
we claim the kingship of infinite space

and yet when you desire to set the pace
the rest of us with fear will want to stay
there are no landmarks in this empty place

for now we will old circumstance embrace
all that we see resolves to shades of grey
we claim the kingship of infinite space

a sort of fear will show up on each face
and not a one of us knows what to say
there are no landmarks in this empty place
we claim the kingship of infinite space

all just a game

the town was taken but we did not weep
our armies smashed and we shed not a tear
we thought it all a dullish sort of year

the seas around us cannot be called deep
and on them it is quite easy to fare
the town was taken but we did not weep

we need to rest and sing ourselves to sleep
though we would only go where cowards dare
we do not count it any sort of care
the town was taken but we did not weep