Present and past

Present and past How the pleasant times fast and swift leave Ever turning anew Like a gem in the dew Brightly shining, a world full of wonder And danger, don’t blunder Time reels as it wheels Sundering old and rebuilding the young Bees produce honey, to leave me unstung Oh say yes, but wait, no, Twisting vines entwine, grow into each other Sister and brother, words tumbling, stumbling Down underground Lead me, as beacons of light gleam down Hair like a sea fall about, fall about, fall For me, twisted irony, vague in its shape Forming and storming, they break open Stake open ground for their own A land among lands which one might call home Roam, bashful nomad, go roam. Seemingly, dreamingly go, walk away The sun shines on other days too But for you The beauty within shimmers through Mark Burton Friday, November 22, 2002, 1:40 A.M.