You Listen Well

I talk to you...
You think you know me well.
But in my heart there lies,
Secrets...that I dare not tell.

For they are fragile things,
In the channels deep inside.
And the vastness that they cover,
Are in gestures far and wide.

For every pathway differs,
In a way they change about.
And the thoughts that have been forming,
Will sometimes...come right out.

Down along those saphroned heights,
Soft strains of music rise.
Like joy-bells sounding far away,
Love chants...when night-birds cry.

I talk to you...
There's secrets...I must tell.
Deep understanding hold me,
You listen well.


E.P. 1908 - 1989