august morning

this is the moment when all things begin

until this hour we were just made for gain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

 

we do not care if millwheels cease to spin

all sugar's sweetness came from human pain

this is the moment when all things begin

 

now we may have our say without chagrin

the master's silence making matters plain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

 

no sign of sorrow shows now on the skin

no  hint of any horror or harsh bane

this is the moment when all things begin

 

a sunrise such as this has never been

greeted by such a single joyous strain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

 

and now we cast our anger in the bin

and wipe out all the years of horrid stain

this is the moment when all things begin

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

punditry

this is an age of fracture and regret

so much depends on the set of each sail

and right this moment we face a stiff gale

 

you won't be asked to foster nor abet

those who would add a comma to the tale

this is an age of fracture and regret

 

on the high wind so many hopes were set

knowing that all too soon plain words would fail

nothing remaining blunt force to curtail

this is an age of fracture and regret

no ordinary garden

the heart is a red flower in driest season

it tells its truths though all around is bare

the thorns announce so clearly to beware

 

all honest speech turns at the last to treason

we learn this early and the point is clear

the heart is a red flower in driest season

 

no one obeys the orders of plain reason

but wants to reach far past where wolves would dare

to outer realms of most transparent air

the heart is a red flower in driest season

corn piece

those who are gone into the long cold dark

are soon forgotten in the raw hot fight

we take a short spell now to be contrite

and far too soon ignore the tiny mark

reminding each that they have to embark

and no one stays on shore by moral right

nor could be granted a much greater light

when there is but one choice simple and stark

there are no monsters out in that great deep

that we should fear just the unceasing calm

and silent starless wonder that began

where all the universe's secrets keep

in their old hearts the only honest balm

of open absence lacking evil plan