Lonely Song Publishing - Writings

I.

And have you waited for this?

The brimming stronghold of the minds

All so neatly unaligned

In step in rhyme in time

Behind the toll-gate

Where knowledge waits

On silver, gold and plastic plates

And all who would feast

On that which thought brings

Or just pleasant things

Must pass through this gate.

Oh, but you!

You of open heart and liquid thought

"So much is here that could be bought"

Your smiling guide intones

"Dip your hand in the courtyard well for a vision

Of all we hope shall soon be yours to hold

See! How pure and clear the fragile sunrise

Shines, dissected and explained. And hear

The living breath of music fastened to

The page. And watch the colors all come out

And you’ve seen black and white and blue and green

Now marvel at the splendor of true gray!"

And speaking he recedes

Through the heavy doors

The eager open doors

You look out one more time

Past the wall and gate

Over the open lea

To the black forest hills

All at once the fire burns!

And dreaming of the sun you turn...

But you, they always said that you know best.

So enter now and long stay set

On slumber, peace, and happiness

And falter not as I have done

Yet there is no one race to run

And I am waiting here.

Part 2