Part I: See
I open up my window, wide
And raise my gaze up to the sky
Too see the vast and endless night
And blinking airplanes in flight
The solemn stars sit isolated
From the world, themselves, degraded
Caring not, nor what we think
Wait silently for breaking pink
And flash of dawn, of yellow flood
Of morning blue, of morning blood
Of life and feeling, warmth and joy
Of boisterous hope, and yet it's coy for
Though it fills the whole world up
'Till overflowing from its cup
It lies beyond, untouchable
So far from us, from being whole
It hoists us up, it pulls us in
Yet nearing closer, like a sin
We look to it and share its pain
But pain relinquishes no gain
For though it stands apart, alone
This is its duty, to be shone; a beacon,
Shown itself the world
Where memories and dreams unfurled
Filling the day, filling the sky
Until they overflow, we cry
As spilling out, the darkness comes
Falling from the plate; the crumbs of
Energy and life dim down
Beyond our eyes, beyond the town
Beyond the earth, beyond the sea
World turns itself, the light must flee
And save itself, for our tomorrow
We look unto the west in sorrow
Part II: Hear
I open up my window, wide
The man to whom was lied, he cried
Cicadas humming, whirring, chirping
A love's request, a lover's shirking
Brushing, hushing, mother's coo
To child's nightmare, fear of who
Is creaking, swishing, cursing, mutter
As he lands inside the gutter
Drop of water light and clear
Echoes near, inside your ear
Church is tapping, pitter, patter
Bellboy runs to ladder, clatter
Grunts with pain, begins to moan
As rope is hefted, sound the tone
The drone of low, soft breathing comes
Inside the room, young woman hums
Unconsciously, as in her dream
Though good it is, she hears a scream from
Down the river, down the road,
Hopeless loss of life is towed from speeding carriage
Thumping hooves
Along the body, clear are grooves
From which rivers of roses fall
Endless trickling, hear the call of
Desperation, sadness sounds
The laughing crowd, the joking clowns
Although they smile, singing loud
Crack of thunder, crying cloud
Crashing, splatter, snapping, plop
The woman feels her stomach drop
The cliff is tall, the waves they rush
Her pounding heart, her fleshy lush
As pain released, her cackling laugh
The croaking of a newborn calf
With farmer sleeping, no-one hears
The heifer's trying, dying tears
Ignored as far beyond the call
A rooster crows atop the wall
