returning magic

 there is a secret that no one is told
since when you learn it you have cause to groan
for your whole sense of right is overthrown
and what was warm and safe has turned quite cold
there's now no surety that you can hold
and all your blood has become solid stone
icily pure you face the world alone
in that one instant you have joined the old
now that the universe is once more wild
with all the passions that you have repressed
out of your need to be part of the herd
perhaps you can see once more like a child
capture again the honest decent zest
and find true meaning in each human word

removing the scrim

there are no symbols traced across the sky
princes may die but nobody would care
what matters now does not come up so high

when we were young we thought that we could fly
like gentle creatures of the upper air
there are no symbols traced across the sky

to tell us that our hopes turned out a lie
just adult voices cancelling a dare
what matters now does not come up so high

these days each thought just seems so very dry
and every sound becomes a hollow blare
there are no symbols traced across the sky

that would proclaim the simple reasons why
each of us wins a large and radiant share
what matters now does not come up so high

what we obtain is what we have to buy
by dint of effort that seems most unfair
there are no symbols traced across the sky
what matters now does not come up so high

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Via kouredios 


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a halo round the moon

  there is a circle around the full moon

a thing of wonder in the warmth of night

an awful omen something not quite right

and then the rain brings life back into tune

this brilliance breaks me out of my cocoon

but chases me indoors i can't requite

the gift of thought and of the fragile light

but do not understand it is a boon

to be caught there that moment by the rain

in natural blessing just that simple touch

of cooling water taking back to earth

both mind and body it is clear and plain

we must not love the world so very much

as to forget just what the light is worth

out of the past

 so this is where we face the simple fact

of elegance and truth the crystal bird

will rise each time although it is absurd

to say there was not one good thing he lacked

the signals clear not one of them abstract

nothing is left that ought to be inferred

by we who follow only the plain word

an honest message left behind intact

no one departs while we can remember

clear tone of voice and movement in the dance

that's life itself no one would want to fake

the laughing glow hoarding each sad ember

we fight against the forces of mischance

and read the shining verse for honour's sake