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.
Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,
It gathers, always been here. Waiting within. Pushing to control. Finding a home in some. Fighting those it can’t control. Weakness, exploits, control, power. Power/technology enough now to control the world. Insidious it hides it waits for global domination. Top