Nobody Knows

Written by: Mark Norton

       
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