Might in the rise of lands
Into a realm with a shared eye?
Taken to accept, known this way and that, ands
Have a grace, and make the day a useful one, like a night?

Many and the presence of mind of the ley...
Metered salt for sense's kind, and a rue of simplicity
On the shoulder and completing the gift of hands, may
We sit, and discuss a needy fate in it's disparity?

Truth or render like-wise?
Sincerity in a long run, among the guaranteed land...
Happy to see you, make the mention of will's of despise
With a craving home, and the sense to live well, can't...

A harrowing night survive the distance to reality we enjoy?
Look among your bedded friendship, or thoughts of mercy for it
Will a song in the meadow of times content, have a playing or a place, coy?
Residing in the need of another's trying, we have sensed a new whit...

Of patience in love with the daydreams we have never seen
Except to confirm the fallibility of somber youth
Where has a lucre's leader of vice and vehemence been?
Caught with the eye of night finally, is our vision one of couth?

See the curse, of suicide...
Made in real extremes for a light to examine the futures we direct
To a wishing whole, and by energy's unseen, confirm the light...?
Is our friendship with anarchy or anxiety, the very sight of pain elect?

Now is the time...
Of courage's rational, the taint or taste in hope
To look among the neglect of otherwise, is care a universal crime?
Like better eye's for better sleep than a bared night, has moment's to cope...