Balanced on the brink
Hugeness becomes so clear
If only the feeling could last
Always vanishes in fear

A command of lyric scope
Not forceful in its cry
Higher calls to be heard
Daily thoughts will reply

Vicious doubts subdue
With unrelenting force
Dreams cannot be squashed
Unless a change of course

Sunset of a twilight
Or a flower in a glade
Lies completely swallowed
Reaching deeper than a blade

Of satire and holding back
A rolling will take place
A learning will be had
With wisdom as its base

Not future considerations
To effect a here and now
The voices of the silent
Speak less than too allow

If the well could run so deep
With no bottom end in sight
A required understanding
Pointed meanings for whom i write

Copyright peter martin, 2000