so what now
come on
when you pray for prey
you might as well stand mute
it passed a while ago now
how youth is wasted while …
well you know how it goes
it went
stalking time
that
they say moves in both directions
as you well know
so what now
so what now
come on
when you pray for prey
you might as well stand mute
it passed a while ago now
how youth is wasted while …
well you know how it goes
it went
stalking time
that
they say moves in both directions
as you well know
so what now
"light breaks where no sun"
and there is this poem
by dylan thomas
that i read to my two boys
and now it reads me of that hour
when my voice was not his voice
and my words meant not what he said
but visions conjured up to sit stubborn
on the throne of time to rule for all time
for did you not read and say and think
that way
and now why should the new thoughts
beg change in this passing of time
oh no
let the idiom lie where it fell
where closed eyes slept the still of dusks
and nights and dawns and dusks
let lie it there where tongue first curled
its meaning
and three minds combined in that moment
when time itself stood still to read us
love’s lullaby of a rare moment
halted