Within

Within Play’s on the music sweet of day That sounds each morning fair, And holds the sign of passing time More silent then our life’s intent, But the passion of a quiet voice Is like a thought that lays within Sometimes our truth is held inside Like words we disregard, And mellow seemed the temple bells Ringing on through our life’s intent, Yet sympathy is lost in unknown lines Or in the solitude that lays within Sometimes our words come from deep inside Like images from ages past, When more simple are the simple thoughts Blown away by our life’s intent, But that quiet music softly plays Out of the silence that lay’s within By m.n. marklnorton@shaw.ca