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