2/19/98

When spoken word 
Has lost its sword
And a simple smile 
Is simply ignored

The oceans of blue
And fields of gold
Are never seen 
for my behold

I often wonder
And think in silence
How sex and passion
Turn not to violence

My thoughts drift out
Towards the east
The sun wont rest
Before the Beast

But Beasts are brave
And I am not
My soul is shaken
And fear is wrought

But I close my eyes
And run Beast through
For the fields of gold
And oceans of blue