prophecy reaches fulfilment

so many chances end in one large fright
a heresy once spoken becomes fire
you wait and wait but no one brings the light

so many crimes we have now to requite
an honest broker turns into a liar
so many chances end in one large fright

the hungry dog must soon learn not to bite
and eager fools not swiftly to conspire
you wait and wait but no one brings the light

those who are wise will stay far out of sight
knowing that vision quickly leads to ire
so many chances end in one large fright

what at high noon was pleasant and most bright
in deepest dark will turn back all desire
you wait and wait but no one brings the light

the one who smiles will do so out of spite
to keep your feet from going one step higher
so many chances end in one large fright
you wait and wait but no one brings the light

already stars rise

when all the fires have gone at last to sleep
what we have left will be some sort of sign
between the belches of stale beer and wine
that there may be some happiness to keep
among the ones who chose to make the leap
believing that the season was divine
are those who in their wisdom might combine
the kind of energy to go down deep
within each heart we say there is a flame
that burns at different paces through the year
and gives most warmth when eyes can see most true
so much depends on saying the right name
on how the word should travel through the air
and reach the place where time must now renew
not just its purpose but the complete view
must change the wild into the truly tame
remake the dark ones into those now fair
grant wisdom fully where we would want fame
and draw the hermit out of her dank lair
to say that she regrets that she withdrew
her heart and mind from the engaging sight
of all the joy that comes on summer night

in the shrubs

those who make mention of their old worn lies
have no good reason to complain that now
we take more umbrage than they would allow

clouds form and hide the blue and sacred skies
shading the anger upon each hard brow
those who make mention of their old worn lies

adjust their collars straighten their new ties
have many deeds today to disavow
but no good causes left here to endow
those who make mention of their old worn lies