In The Secret Of Your Time

Your soul will find the
'Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb of stone;
No one, the quantity, PRY
In the secret of your time.

Silence, in solitude,
Loneliness, which is not so much
The spirits of the dead, who
In life before thee, are back
In death around you, and its willingness to
Will overshadow you; yet.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars do not see
From his throne high in the sky
At the light, as hoped, given the fatal
But his red balls without rays,
For your fatigue is clearly
Fuel and fever
Brackets to you forever.

Today, you are not also prohibit the
Now, visions ne'er disappear;
Your mind, it
Not, as the dew drop from the grass.

The wind, the breath of God, is always
And the fog on the hill
Shade, shadow, but intact
Is a symbol and a sign.
As it depends on trees,
A secret of secrets!

What Matters

I can not open my eyes,
But you're ready to capture
My morning and soul of the victim:
So we must needs this game a day.

My God, what a heart?
Silver or gold, precious stones,
Or Star or rainbow, or a part of
All these things or all of them in one?

My God, what a heart?
You also should'st eye, and Woo,
Iron, which makes all your art
As if you Hasten nothing else to do?

For man the Estate
Amounts (and rich) for you:
He did not create Heaven and earth,
Studies but is not him, who she is.

Teach me your love of knowledge;
That this new light, now I see
May the work and workers show
Then, in a Sun-Beam, I'm going down on you.