The Fall...The
Fall
The Fall...The
Fall
Bedo
Adrift I
Of
Times well flown eye
Not myself
I mean
But thee
Camel perched
On knee
Of song masters
Practised or
Guardians conditioned
At the door
To teach or lead
Where parched winds call
Or forests bleed
Where all beasts
Fall
Know that my wild harp
Echoes thee
Thy whispered wind
In Cypress tree
A song so sharp
A dance so keen
As dust in mnds
Of sunset seen
Utter on
Oh Son of Sight
Tell us what
Is wrong or
Right
But then you must
Fast
Tell us more
About the truth
What went before
About the valleys
River red
Where foolish died
And smiling bled
Tell to us
The tales of old
Of battle on
The common wold
Where nice was made the prey to day
And forest glade
Held hunger sway
And worlds were placed
In bowls of bone
And what hope sought
Cut to the hone
And all knew fang
Would seek the blood
And love was truth
Misunderstood
then
Bring a butterfly
To
Me
A tender symbol of
The tea
We drink from cups
Of sympathy
Where bitter is
The rancour of
The hate that took
The place of love
I
Foolish sit
On sunset hill
Await the time
When brothers will
Acknowledge daughters
Soft and sweet
And eager sons
Sit at theirs feet
And they can teach
The meaning of
The
Seasons run
Creations love
Sirius
Forgive
This simple Bedo
I try
Perhaps one day
I will learn to express myself
Perhaps not
Til then
I
Cry
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