And happy tone.
Fire our lives
With simple things
And we are Kings
Or Emperors.
Nor even here; all was lost in a deep red sea;
And when they came to tell me, I wept
That you should once again have gone from me.
I searched the sea-shore, and found
They would not stay around to play, and I
Went on to ask the crabs and starfish
For their words of wisdom great; none
Were there in the heaving shores of sullied sand,
All hiding, near the bones of those who'd gone;
May the Goddess grant them peace.
Why did you hide
So long in the rainbow, and drown your guide?
Warm fingers wake the dozing heart
And sting its wounds. Let me rest, my sweet.
Touch me not; don't even look
At me and smile;
This world we share will last
A little while.
And then -
And then
We
Shall be sensible again.
By the pond in the meadow of green,
I found but the rose of the days of before
Trying to find it had been.
Today it will wither, tomorrow it grows,
And yesterday bloomed it afresh;
Last week it was not, next year it may be,
And roses bloom ever and red by the tree.
Where are they going, and whence did they come, They fade in the folly of now.
Wherever the where and whatever the why,
However the how, we never shall die.
Another bus; and time rolls on. People pass
As I look out at the bus, the grass, the dull hedgerows,
The grubby muddy pavement and wet road.
The world outside does not touch me. I look
At the fire, and it is gone, forgotten, lost.
Another world lightens the grey room, a world
Of dreams and visions.
Only the bus remains as visions fade,
Rolling on its lacklustre route
From here
To there
And back again.
Eternal it seems, and yet will pass.
I turn away from bus and house and street and see
The summer sun, the park where I met one I loved;
And it is there, can never fade; it can only
Become more fixed.
Dreams of what might be change and take on new shades,
Light the dull grey day with promise.
On such our dreams and memories of the past
Are built the dreams and hopes to come;
And the past is dead, the foundations
Crumble into dust.
Let us dream and escape these roads and buses, forget
And make the world a dream.
Only She
Can do this; and she
Does not exist.
Swift fade the glories of the world, swiftly
Are heroes forgotten, great men dead,
And the world splutters nonsense in the lost head
Of mad truth.
Through the puddle of another black day,
But the stream dried up in laughter,
And the fields ran away.
Round my deafened ears crashed rocks,
And the elephants found no lake,
So I sold them a fine jungle,
But the money was plum-cake.
The puddle fell in a ravine,
And the sun went out to dream.
Sit back and dream that you hear;
Love if you will, but remember
The others have all left an ember
To fire the fire of love for your dear.
Count all the pain of your heart,
Count all the dreams that you dreamed,
Whistle loud your courage in the dark
And 'twill all be just as it seemed.
The sun is shining, let's make hay;
I walked five miles to meet a friend,
I walked ten miles for a coffee,
I walked three hours because
Walking has no laws.
Across the ocean let the spirit roam,
The drunkards have all gone home
And we in our folly are sober again.
And sober there is folly, sober there is hell
For we think too well.
You think about people that you don't know,
You think too much, you worry me to death.
Do you see the rose in the meadow of green?
Look again matey, - that's a bomb-site.
And laugh at the moon in a square,
Until the sun burns you
With heat you know wasn't there;
Cheer the day of the strong,
Cheer the day, laugh and play;
The rain won't last long,
Though it drowns out the song,
And washes the music away.
Lorillu, in dream you come to me;
Rich red lips invite me warmly,
Brown eyes sparkle to my admiring glance;
My empty seeking arms yet strain
To grasp thin air;
Aye, Lorillu, I could never resist you.
My still burning love, intense,
Shrivels my own heart; I made you my heaven,
Myself my hell. Lorillu, my Lorillu,
You are lost to me,
What can hurt me now?
You are lost to me, and I,
I have cut myself more deeply,
Tortured myself more harshly,
Beyond the powers to torment and hurt
Of the Darkest Gods of Fire.
Lorillu, my Lorillu,
The dreamer will still kiss you;
We shall not meet again.
Have you strayed so far,
Wandered from the golden path,
Where are your erring footsteps now?
Is the Fear of the Shades now your companion,
Is the Forest of Illusion now no stranger?
In the Dark Lands,
Under the Grey Shadow,
In Zornia, in the Land of Terror,
I sent my mind to you, and you were lost.