As the world goes round and round

Occasionally we hear fine sounds

Which drift on a delicate breeze

Wafting gently through the trees



And we perk up our ears to it

Fine-tuning our gears a little bit

Listening to the essence of melody

As we shrug off any and all calamity



And focus on the sounds we hear true

Instead of pasts which make us blue

And deal with the presence of mind

Which clears our heads of all binds



As we seek beyond all words of hate

And deal with true songs which state

Eloquently and without any bent

Thoughts of passion which have lent



Themselves so well to truth here and now

That anything which went before ... cows

Down to the obvious platform of good intent

As we stand back and listen to words sent



From a loving heart and willing mind

Who's tended words and craft in a kind

Of rhythmic quality and sound thought

Which speaks of longing felt and sought



As love of enterprise floats on the edge

And willingness to open up all without hedge

Is sent along on the tide of blessed waves 

Which crash high on shores and into caves



Where lovers-to-be seek out kindred spririts

And look so carefully for hearts which tick

With circular sweeps of flowing seconds

As the moments of time slowly beckon



And gently, we allow ourselves time to know

The wondrous qualities which live below

The shells which cover others' beings

And then - finally, wind up - 

                       really seeing ...



- Tristram