The World Became the World - P.F.M.

Outside my window

In the courtyard

Of the world

The gentle rain was falling

No breath of wind

No cry of beast or bird

Too quiet

Too still

I turned

To see the raindrops like a thousand

Poets words

Splash their circles

On the stones

Ans seem to wash

Over everything with love

And for a moment

The courtyard

Heard

Until the sun

Came bursting through the clouds

Hung up his rainbows

In the sky

And with a laugh of flames

Said now go chase the gold

And the world

Became

The world

Now were all travellers

Some seekers

And some sought

Who leave the courtyard

To be caught

In nets of self damned certainty and choice

But do you

Believe

Our voice

Youve got what must belong to me

I need Ill bleed for more possesions

You youve got

No right to disagree

Bow kneel or fear my aggresions

Thank God if sometimes

Your oyster holds a pearl

When the world

Remains

The world