And the dark of dismay knock no more. For the wider world’s haunting, Higher than the sky My love in kingdoms hang.
For the sounds of thought call out screaming Not to be heard by wiser ears. The fortune of our wrists will write our freedoms on the dividing wall.
And the dark of dismay knock no more. For stronger tides have pulled back evil That in our own dreams was imagined And ought not be given shape.
For the worker, deadly at his plow Bows to no one And the money-god will not laugh.
And the dark of dismay knock no more. When all is at the driver’s wheel, All in peace be sought out wanting Nothing but his love’s true deed. His love’s funeral, His book of sins And all is sought in the lover’s knot; A field of bones played by the flute.
For the signal of our strength is an untrimmed smile Higher than the stars, My love in legacy hang.
For the great war From within and without Our holy seed shone through To bide time until chaos swam, Free as the shade and the lights of our eyes; Together look on into the end of all, And the dark of dismay knock no more.
Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,
More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated
Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain