God spoke to me through a one eyed prophet
And what he had to say is trouble asking
words meaning less than the lips that speak them
Spoke of
Whispers
Listening with a reserved point of view
inaudible direction
state of mind
Is that all then?
The silence of the morning and the troubled fears worked out in a good nights rest
The same equation working itself out on the face of a clock
and inspired by the coming of night
the things left undone
the climb up to the top
of that proverbial mountain |