The Faire

In the distance I hear the flutes playing
As the dancers in the meadow leap and sway
Before the tournament begins and the grand lords
Polish their steel and posture themselves before their foes
All in sport to display their fine and refined talents
To impress their lady loves and flex their muscles
Whiel the cheers and jeers from the galleries
Predict who shall wage what on whom today
And perhaps there shall be a horse race
Or an equestrian Pas de Trois to thrill over
A brilliant feast of boar and fruits and nuts
Fine enough for th eking and his queen of hearts
With wines sweet and dry or ale by the pint
The merriment goes on until the moon rides high
In the blanket of stars and the minstrel picks his last
And the music is taken o'er by the crickets
And the only dancers are the fireflies.

Toward Eternity

Radiant sun beams through an iridescent lens

Making psychedelic snowfall across the hills

And shining and swaying wheat fields glow

With rubies and diamonds and emeralds, too.

It brings my mind to life with promise.

It wakes the beast within to soothe me.

It dries the tears, calms the frustration

And leads me in a plain path toward tomorrow.

The sun will rise each day in splendor

The breeze will blow and cool the brow

And the hills will rise and fall with the aeons

As all things march toward eternity.