A warm November rain
beats the rhythm on the windowpanes
Early morn and here sit i again
by flickering screen and candlelight
Questions borne on the breeze,
supplications on bended knee,
my mind will wander wherever it pleases
returning to find me here
Near the window, by my flame
this is now old hat,
getting pretty good at this game
said without pride, certainly without shame;
just another confounding situation i can not explain away
Blinded by science we have all become,
losing the wonder under the microscope
what became of playfulness and fun?
The devil is in the details indeed
and that is where we're trapped
between him , his minions and the deep blue sea...
(11-17-10)
beats the rhythm on the windowpanes
Early morn and here sit i again
by flickering screen and candlelight
Questions borne on the breeze,
supplications on bended knee,
my mind will wander wherever it pleases
returning to find me here
Near the window, by my flame
this is now old hat,
getting pretty good at this game
said without pride, certainly without shame;
just another confounding situation i can not explain away
Blinded by science we have all become,
losing the wonder under the microscope
what became of playfulness and fun?
The devil is in the details indeed
and that is where we're trapped
between him , his minions and the deep blue sea...
(11-17-10)
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