Beauty speaks to beauty in musical harmony of muses
So sing to me sweet songs of serenity for heart’s security
And let me live in your love among lovely children carefree
Never ceasing relentless search for peace among peaceful people
With no dagger more dangerous that kind words and an open heart
So my departure is ne’er depressed in descending into such a scene
That I might live, too, in more than sight of paint on cold canvass
If you will but sing songs of serenity for such son as I am
Do I hear your sweet nightly songs?
Am I wrapped tightly in your arms?
Did you take me mightily by force of passion?
Did you press me excitedly against your love?
Am I rightly breathing poetry for you?
Am I more than slightly pleasing to you?
Could I be more tightly bound to you than I am now?
My entire life is coming home to you
Every day better, brighter and new
Knowing that I into you will come through
To be one with you and ever so true
My entire life is coming home to you
With you I can make it through the dark
No matter how thick, no matter how stark
You stand by my side thru thick and thin
And give me the strength to begin again
Your love for me is constant and true
And every kiss fresh as morning dew
Bent beneath a load of care, you dare to smile a mile wide,
And let nothing get you down, no frown for you, tis true!
And you dance in the rain, prance through big puddles
To muddle things up a bit, then you laugh, split half your side
To abide in your self-made heaven . . . You dare to smile
We need not be adversaries, said the spirit to the mind, we can bury the hatchet,
But the mind was very wary, and could not long tarry to undo its own latchet,
And so the spirit would bend, but not the mind, to obtain a better brighter end,
One in which soul and science cooperate on problem issues both small and great,
There need be no conflict, said the spirit to the mind, no reason to afflict or convict,
Just living together in peace in our own place, face to face in God’s grace
And he’ll keep me warm and safe tonight against this unholy, frozen blight,
Frightening though it be for me, tightening of the throat, and face whitening,
You can trace the lines of fear of things far and near, and in my heart hear terror,
Except for the wings that cover me, bringing calm peace, singing serenity,
Giving me new identity in an absurd outpouring of love, mercy and grace.
When peace flows below like the subterranean river
And makes you quiver with delight in sight of everyone
Blessed are you so truly among the mortal throngs
Ne’er to be wrong in any choice, only reason to rejoice
Steeple piercing sky, you left the cathedral door cracked for the hunched-back,
For people like me, too feeble to turn handle, never nimble, none-too-quick,
And here there is an altar at which to pray, night and day, whatever one has to say,
And God must be listening from vaulted heaven, ne’er assaulted by cries from below
In tragic humanity’s last great show, throwing caution to the wind at every bend,
So does this poor man kneel and whisper, hushed tone echoing across stone floor
Before rising like incense to throne of truth and justice, with soul-deep moans,
Thank you for leaving cathedral door cracked neath steeple grand and imposing
Long, quiet walk, friendly talk in whispered tones
Not to disturb Nature left behind in this crowded suburb
She is so precious now, wrapped in freshness of morning dew
Sacred spot in the brick and asphalt jungle, thick with man animals
And materialistic cannibals, so triumphistic in architectural victory
So we step ever so silently, serenely marking time, gently reverent
To go home, not the same, not unchanged, priorities rearranged