Beyond Understanding

An island of sound in an ocean of silence.
An island of colour in a bleak, weary sea.
An island of light in dark, misty waters.
An island of life is this love you give me.

Washed up from the tides, swirling and sucking,
An island ablaze with the colour of sound.
Washed up on the shores of sunshine and laughter,
An island of life is this love that I've found.

Beyond the shores of hundreds of islands.
Beyond the tides of thousands of seas.
Beyond the far reaches of all of our passions.
Beyond understanding, this love you give me.

Birth

To know more than men, to know less than mice,
Is knowledge indeed I surmise.
To know far too much, to know not enough,
Is knowledge, indeed, for the wise?

To comprehend all is to know not a thing,
Not even an inkling, I deem.
To know the vast depths of this small universe,
A fruitless sojourn it would seem.

The higher you climb, the deeper you thrill,
At the landscapes below, but alas.
You see by and by that you're nothing at all,
A sperm with no brain, what an ass!

Wriggle in fluid, content with your lot,
Complacent and smug, my oh my.
Intelligent minds? Good God what a joke!
Did a sperm give birth to the sky?

How can you know more? How can you know less?
How can you a thought apprehend?
Ineffably small, profoundly immense,
Don't worry, it comes, in the end.

Healing

A wilting flower plucked from the meadow,
A broken twig fallen from the tree.
A dying ember tumbled from the fire,
Is this reminiscent of me?

O proud and haughty spirit,
You enemy of all that is right.
You vile and detestable spirit,
Your end is within my sight.

As a flower opens to the touch of the morning sun,
My heart repairs.
I shall feel warmth in my soul once more,
My heart prepares.

O proud and haughty spirit hear this,
You enemy of all that is mine.
The lake of fire awaits you,
Your end is but a matter of time.

I shall blossom once more in the meadow,
I shall bud on a twig of the tree.
I shall glow in the warmth of the fire,
Of you I am now nearly free.

Evening

Evening comes, the sun sets in the west,
Shadows steal down the glen.
Quiet loch, lying deep and still,
Will my heart love again?

Land of my dreams, listen and hear,
Sad rivers flow to the sea.
Where is your sun? Oh where is your love?
When will your heart be with me?

Evening calls, twilight starts to fade,
Whispering wind sweeps the glen.
Misty Ben, looming through the night,
Will my heart love again?