That voice, so sweet and light, that rides on high
The winds of winged angels much in play
Do stop and listen to your song and cry
Up to the Heavenly Father they pray
Make her the trumpet call so none would stray
And now there are you calling to souls lost
Under you lie with crossed arms to decay
Above with cracked tones I sing to exhaust
My sorrows.  I touch cold, black stone your name embossed

From order to out, there a smile place
On high; you fly without a pause and still
With lighting precision nothing off base

And so to me the drink is worth a bill
As much as I take in, soon will form a gill

So long I stood there in the wind
A cry was heard on high
From where were thoughts laid in my mind
Of a maid left to die

A cold, chill wind had froze my soul
Hard put was I to more
No other there to me console
Or my body remove

Sweet lark do come from wood and water grand
Of river running and the plains so bear
Up high you fly, ah me! Only to stand
Till spring I wait and close my eyes to swear
That I will be anew in my prayer
Say will you that I am best above all
And only will you leave me till late fall

Dice hand up in air
Thunder clash of die and wood
A critical miss

Iron, hot dreams had gone away in mist
By silver moonlight and of burning day
Could have the G man forced a poisonous kiss
Or was it I, Ego who’s gone astray
An island out at sea is where you are
uncertain goods you wish by your own exile
In hope that wasted time left not a scar
Of long secluded life made others avile
Athena grace me with your deep insight
A wisdom wider than the ocean great
Away with you Epimetheus a blight
On the eyes of Present – unwanted trait
Out stretched heartstrings do yearn to be embrace
By future bliss and away with doubt erase

A bird may fly afar and wide
But some ill fate will cage them
The wings are cut but you will sing
A song of love and beauty