Nobody Knows
Long we may ponder the ages past
Those things we held inside,
But nobody hears a sound of suspicion
Or the innocents that slipped away;
And ideas did cast the moonbeams aside
When sounds a distant thunder,
Yet where shall wait the fate foretold
No one here can say…
For nobody considers the forbidden darkness
As beams greet the somber light,
And there at last waits our sole intent
To feel the winds again,
Listen to a thunder divide the sky,
And speak of what has vanished and died,
But who inquires of the lonely spirit
No one here can say…
And nobody thinks of the shadows gone
When the goodness of morning calls,
In a hail of light ends the passionless night
Bound to our hope and desires;
But still that thunder from affair
Cries out to our lives emotion,
And whoever asks where we are bound
No one here can say…
Nobody feels the falling rain
Yet often we sense its wonder,
When words and questions play on once more…
Play on to another day;
Yet mortality looms and morality waits
When we hold the mystery that divides us,
From all the illusions that were foretold
In a place nobody knows
By m.norton
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2012
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