There's something when
I’m feeling down
That makes me feel
From sole to crown:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

When I feel dry
She fills my cup,
And then each time
I drink it up:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

Stars align
And I’m set free.
I was blind
But now I see:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

The sophist never cries
And the prophet never laughs
Till the last become first
And the first become last.

Born to roam this wicked wild, 
You have so little time, 
So to and fro you wander, while 
A slave to heart and mind, 
Till Mother Earth and Father Time 
Both shrug you off like flies; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die

Though the stage may foster fame 
With every strut and leap, 
None but tongues shall bear thy name 
When cold begins to creep 
From the arrow in your ankle, 
Past the hollow of your thigh; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

You'll face spitfire and spouting rain 
That slowly drives you mad, 
As everything you gain
Becomes not but what you once had, 
You'll fall to earth down to your knees 
And curse a dumbstruck sky; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

Then you'll forgo your soul to go forth 
Gently down the stream, 
Awake asleep, asleep awake, 
Forsaking every dream,
With all that's false appearing true, 
And all that's true, a lie; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

And when your body, spirit, heart,
And mind are finally one, 
From lion back to mewling babe
You turn and all is done, 
For all must leave their burdens 
To pass thru the needle's eye; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die

Love is all that’s good
In this realm of night and day.
We walk hand in hand,
Two lovers in light,
Till pale bones strewn in the rain
Is all that is left.

If not for the left
Turns that turn the tide from good
Cheer, to solemn rain,
Every given day
Would be fully filled with light,
None spent hand in hand.

But I fear the hand
We’re dealt will not leave much left,
Not a beam of light,
Much less something good.
And so now we brave each day,
Stoop and pray for rain,

Then when comes the rain,
Remain inside with our hand
Folded like the day
Each night, right and left,
Conflating fear with what’s good,
The dark with the light.

Love does not make light
Of those icy sheets of rain,
Nor thinks they are good,
But lends you a hand
And helps you take what you’re left
With, bright'ning your day,

Making every day
In spite of its darkness, light.
When nothing is left
Of the solemn rain,
Again hand in hand,
You’ll see it was good.

Thru that day of rain,
The light from your lover’s hand
Left you feeling good.

Not until you learn
To be kind to fellow man,
Who, unlike the sun,
Still has much to find
In the shadows cast by good
Intentions of will,

Can you thrive and will
Everything you come to learn
Be fruitful and good.
For in every man
Is a universe to find
That outshines the sun.

For under the sun,
Where immense heat halts all will,
Nothing you will find,
Nothing you can learn,
Competes with the heart of man
When within is good.

Man is all that’s good.
By man alone is the sun
Understood, as man
Utilizes will
And has tamed the beast to learn
To name what he finds.

In nature, you’ll find
It knows no such thing as good,
And you will soon learn
The indifferent sun
Has no heart, no soul, no will,
Near the likes of man.

In the heart of man
Resides all courage to find,
For courage is will’s
Resolve to do good,
As unlike the deathless sun:
Only man can learn.

Man has all the good
You can find beneath the sun,
For, by will, they learn.

Puzzling the will
Time immemorial, love
Floods the realm of time.
Midday thru midnight,
Hearts attempt to blind the mind,
Till souls fall headlong

Into hell’s pit, long
Before our determined will
Submits to our mind.
Nothing comes from love
By lovers in endless night;
Swiftly moves the time

Till there is no time,
And the days that once seemed long
Turn forever night.
What good will your will
Be if there’s no soul to love?
So keep it in mind,

Your limited mind,
That in unlimited time,
All but for your love
Will not last for long.
You won’t live to see your will
Brighten someone’s night

Lest you brave the night
With the might of your own mind,
And by strength of will,
Disregard all time
So long as the day is long;
Only then will love

Truly be true love.
For even a stormy night
Is not for love long.
For love’s of the mind,
As the heart cannot bear time
Nor implement will

That love has in mind.
Thru the night and for all time,
Love lasts long past will.

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

There is a time when all will be forgotten,
When all beneath the sun to ashes burn;
When the fruit on the vine is rotten,
And to earth, as dust, returns.

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

In spite of all the time we spend attending
To what's been seen and said, desired and done:
Clouds on high grow far-extending,
And the light is overcome.  

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?