The Light House
It flashes
It Dashes
From side to side to side
Warning
Inviting
To a safe path far a tide
Crying
Sighing
The mist a grim reflection
Of pain
Of tears
Of death, the fisherman’s fear
So hear the sobs and wails
Of the ever constant watchman
Who’s only companion is death
And the ever moving light
The Earth
Standing up and staring down
Has never been my strong point
As I’d rather just quietly hurt
But I cannot anymore
I will scold and be bold
Never screaming more just curt
For it’s not just me that pained these days
It’s the rivers and brooks and the long lost strays
I’ve been poisoned, I’m dying
I’ve not long now
It appears I’ve got nothing to loose
So face the wrath and the might of me
In war you pick sides so choose
The Unsung
The fast paced winds
The running brooks
The flying jays
The whisp’ring books
Going, going, going
The beaming sun
The rushing waves
The mirror lakes
The looming caves
Constant, constant, constant
The frost-bitt’n ground
The old oak trees
The bal’ncing rock
The summer breeze
Silent, silent, silent
The unsung song of the earth
A picture as well as a sound
A silent symphony
Heard from sky, sea or ground
Whisper, whisper, whisper
If you listen hard enough
You hear the harmony
Of the water, land and sky
Connected though you don’t see
Quiet, quiet, quiet
The bustling streets
And murm’ring crowds
The blaring lights
And city sounds
Louder, louder, louder
Drowning the unsung song
And creating one of its own
Before joining back together
Sustaining the unsung song
Join it, join it, join it
Hear it with your mind
And see it with your eyes
It sounds different to all
Sometimes flowing into reprise
Listen, listen, listen
Can you hear it?
