At the break of day
When the moon is in full bloom
Snow lay on the ground
When summer came to soon.
The birds were chirping silently
Their confusion all to clear
Life holds many mysteries
And death is not to dear.
Day is dark and night is cold,
The children lost their way,
Without ears to listen with
Man had nothing to say.
Man was God and God was Man
Isolated worlds in which to stand,
In their minds so twisted
They made boulders of the sand.
When the moon is in full bloom
Snow lay on the ground
When summer came to soon.
The birds were chirping silently
Their confusion all to clear
Life holds many mysteries
And death is not to dear.
Day is dark and night is cold,
The children lost their way,
Without ears to listen with
Man had nothing to say.
Man was God and God was Man
Isolated worlds in which to stand,
In their minds so twisted
They made boulders of the sand.
"They" say that the eyes are a window to the soul. Eyes are a favorite of my artwork, this one was drawn with charcoal pencil and colored with pastels. c.1970
