I. A Pearled quest.
Here me now see me how? I am as cold as the wind clouds inside this clear glass skin.
The weavers of dreams complete of this night time and ask
that you to move on and ride on
into a heathland of light and silver masque
dancing in melody that sigh around a starlight bough
Stepping in moonlight shoaled in hope and fast
calming the conquered eye
from your wishes that at a glance lie surpassed
on your secret silvered mount
embarking a pearled quest quietly grasped
in cantered music this rhythm of secret wrong
up and down to the old one's song
in beds that last lost in the ages of sweetly smelling and secret heart song
Their cries as night birds silvered and frosted
the faces as moon in wax and concern
for you and your lover captured, silent, return
II. And I soar....
And I soar
everything is now beneath
everything is laden and sheathed
everything is earthbound common and supplicant
everything is small pale and insignificant
everything is worthwhile is caught
everything around you is bought
and stuffed with pollution
positing a richer constitution
everything shoves you back
everything black winged beats death to its door
everything I leave, miss and target.... but I soar
And I fly
everything completes me, now before I die
everything now I can see
such I never saw before
everything is now complete
all I taste, see, hear, smell is sweet.
I always hit the light
there is an end touched sight
I am no longer who
I am he who only loves you
and I soar
III. Richard Dadd's Engine.
If there is a world of wonder
If there is a change of heart
If all our feelings rent asunder
Do we need to sleep in the dark?
If there is a certain place
If there we may eventually go
If we see all life as a race
Do we need to think so slow?
If in this world place then completes us
If all is safe with none to fright
If we seem as all our love does
Do we need to make it right?
If we feel our life's despair
If we spend in fruitless wander
If the engine fails our repair
Do we feast or sadly hunger
If we seek this place of wonder
If we can then play our part
If we can then sate our hunger
Do we know when to start?
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