Water is glass, this early morning,
in marsh, bayou, and streetlight.
So far from home.
And in the end is there a summons to go quietly,
a summons to travel on, on, till sunset,
a request to step lightly into the mists...
for I do not know how.
And what was there but pain, suffering,
on these hallowed lands,
hallowed eyesight,
unsupported feelings...
for I do not know.
And, above all, use these days,
nights,
with all wisdom,
forget pain, suffering,
and go quietly
past sunset.
Go quietly.
Oh boo hoo! Bukkie boy found my poem and put TDs on your answers....AWWWWWWW!!!!!
Just because he HATES the truth about himself!!!
Cheese------------why so?
in marsh, bayou, and streetlight.
So far from home.
And in the end is there a summons to go quietly,
a summons to travel on, on, till sunset,
a request to step lightly into the mists...
for I do not know how.
And what was there but pain, suffering,
on these hallowed lands,
hallowed eyesight,
unsupported feelings...
for I do not know.
And, above all, use these days,
nights,
with all wisdom,
forget pain, suffering,
and go quietly
past sunset.
Go quietly.
Oh boo hoo! Bukkie boy found my poem and put TDs on your answers....AWWWWWWW!!!!!
Just because he HATES the truth about himself!!!
Cheese------------why so?