to the darkness of your thoughts
and all that i do know
to the pleasure and the pain
that comes with deepest sorrow
i give the passing of the seasons
and the beat you surely know
as the steady rhythm of the days
marks well time and its flow
that you might learn the meaning
of allthat you perceive
and find a place within yourself where you can yet believe
in dream or yet in vision
that seem a way beyond
the passage of the thoughts
of my erstwhile wayward son