1A Fool's Errand
The morning sun gives up her final sighs,
Falls back upon the stony hearth behind;
I greet the moon with apprehensive eyes.
The children all around me wonder why
The world so much the more has grown unkind;
The morning sun gives up her final sighs,
Makes way for old ambition in the skies.
The children search for answers, none to find.
I greet the moon with apprehensive eyes.
The folk besides are born and bred of lies,
The straw men of the western world, the blind.
The morning sun gives up her final sighs,
But no one ever wonders why she cries.
The past is slipping, leaving us behind.
I greet the moon with apprehensive eyes.
The newer day is worshiped by the wise;
The humble fool keeps sympathetic mind.
The morning sun gives up her final sighs-
I greet the moon with apprehensive eyes.
4 December 2007