As a coin is lost deep in a well
   As a forest burns by a misplaced coal
      As every mountain ultimately degrades into shattered rock and falling stone
         So I'd rather be here now alone
            As compared to building a faulty and falling home

When the books of bold close cold on you
     And the results bend nether way
With a hopeful truth speak Carpe diem
     Don’t wait to seize the day

When the months of old turn back to you
     And the dew of springtime stays
With your shoulders shake the dawn anew
     In the chaos find a way

When you’re home to pass midst summers last
     And the memories fade away
Speak Carpe diem non differas
     Don’t wait to seize the day

When your merit is tested on the field
     And the court of your kingdom sways
When your trialed life becomes the sim
     In the chaos find a way

Because you’ll never have what you have now
     And no time will ever stay
This precious, blessed, life to pass
     Don’t wait to seize the day

Blessed
With a warmth of be being
And a sound of beating
Inside this coffee chest
A heart is (sound)  

Unrest
Is not a string to be pulled
In this piano choir
Or in this soundless town
Where the wandering soul walks (aimlessly round)

Restful
Is not a feeling felt
Or minded state
So much as it is a conscious place
(within cup)

As I walk

Through the mountains of elevated responses to be

I look bout and feel, breathe in and see

A new outward being

Almost proud of, in me

Anew breath, a new earth

As I find newness

Where there was no patience in me

Previously

As I walk

At Last you are
  My heart of trees
    My walls of stone
      My whisper in the Sindarin wind

Like a homely
  Gleaming
    Vein of oak
      Your limbs a door
        Ajar to an eternity
          Uncloaked

Standing
  Naming Rivendell
    You are the sun
      My palace place
        Escape from Angbands hell

As dominion fades
  Ere does the tide
      So does the land
        East of Belfalas lie

The mountainous trees
  Begin and end
    With a swell of men
      No more to tell

At Last you are
  My heart of trees
    My stone since turned  
      My sacred dell

Desire is a known trait
To all
  The rich
  The poor
  The sick
  The weak

No matter where you stand
Or sit
Or wish
  We all seek