I can picture myself
in the painting "The Hay Wain"
Standing next to the wagon
in the Stour's riverbed
To go back in time
for a moment's simplicity
may almost be worth
a place with the dead

I am but a teaspoon of water
in a large and omnipotent sea
along for the ride
in it's powerful tide
despite objections from me

Again
he dreamt of Anna
at the back of a line
in the wind and the cold
In her hand
A bandana
begging for food
that could not be sold

They hid in the woods
by a roadway
all huddled together
on that cold winter's day
Nothing but silence
wedged between them
until they came
to chase them away

There's been nothing
but years of searching
ever since that awful day
and no matter
how often he asks her
his beloved sister
has nothing to say

Lay your head
upon the grass
'neath the wispy willows

Close your eyes
sleep with the peace
that dwells in Nature's pillows

Ease your mind
into the silence
Ride a horse
up to the Highlands

Amidst the clouds
of sweet serenity

Very hard not to notice
this man in the street
He wears these nice threads
and fancy shoes on his feet

"And for today only
new lamps for old"
To hear him tell it
a deal worth more than gold

"I'm trading light for darkness
Sight for your blindness
Love for indifference
and I'll throw in a some kindness"

He is as convincing
as any soul one can meet
But today no one is buying
from this miserable cheat

Free my hand
Bound to this whip
Of my father's making
And if you must
Lop off the hand
To stop what it's been taking

Humor me God
as I err against you
myself
and all those around me
Humor me please
for I need the laugh