After ckocks they chime, and darkness casts,
An evil glare, through broken glass.
Its turned relection cracked and splintered,
Shattered look reflected dawn ward.
Into the kettle, the water glolws .as worry and fray it tends to go,
And sympathy like a broken spoon,.feeds knowledge forever of predictrd doom.
Minds, now fraught, withered, dense. Dream through gates of a golddn fence,
And carry us through a starless night.
As childen sleep in a frightful fright.
The moon it shines a quarter, nature spins and oldens
The dreaminful quiet sleep of man, in ages shinning golden.
Some Peer to see the shadows lurk, in the morning God took from heaven,
And gifted it to earth, mankind and all their bretheren.
Its peace and sanctity a simple gift.
Its time the bids and angels sift,
Through notes from songs not yet heard,
With not one evil whispered word.
Instead they sing of love, and peace of what goes round,
The twisting, turning universe, and its brilliance of its genius gently found.