A child was told the stories of God
and listened with rising wonder...
I will traverse the path that some may walk
Here in this place balanced...
Through a long Moonless Night
those whose mind turns...
Did I see an angel dancing
there beyond the cedar's shadow...
The cry of the forest
echoes in silence...
Your mind is a hand grenade
ready to explode...
So Harold's date has come and gone,
As time keeps marching on and on...
What is Gravity,
and why does it exist...
Here I stand looking over the edge
I have grown tired of looking back...
Sound is a conundrum
more perplexing then even light...
Oh Dear Lord, oh so graceful oh so merciful
How I wish to raise my hands in a hopeful prayer...
The sun is setting,
the birds are singing sweet good nights...