When All the World Is Quiet - Its Too Late Version
WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS QUIET
(It’s too late version)
When all the world is quiet
And the night is fully deep,
A mystic moon is watching
All the places underneath.
My thoughts like panthers moving
through the jungle, they do creep.
Among the lingering shadows
lies a naked hairy beast…
When all the world is quiet
Amid the pine trees night is dark,
The Hunter charges east-southeast
As Venus makes her mark.
But its not these welcome visitors
That wretched me from my sleep,
For they have come, the moving lights,
It’s their secrets I can’t keep.
When all the world is quiet
People would not believe
The shower of light, the dusting
Of illuminating cosmic debris;
“Not of this Earth”, I tell you,
“Embrace the night”, they implore.
But they often go to places
I’d rather not explore.
When all the world is quiet
Hairy beast meets Neo-man
They’ve been coming here for millennia,
Our consciousness to expand.
Too many gods, countless laws
And many borders defended,
The message they send is simple,
Life as we know it has ended.
When all the world is quiet
Listen if you can
Peace and love resound over
The noise of clumsy man.
Aspire to the Divine, my child,
Let children lead the way.
The music of the spheres is love,
Oh, let the music play.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017
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