UNDER AN IMPRESSION
I was under an impression
That right was right and wrong was,
Under a cloud that had gathered
And left me feeble and bereft.
Of all the times that were,
Of all the times to come,
Here am I lost among.
I climbed a hill that rolled under
Clouds that rolled above.
Waited for the carriage to arrive,
an abiding memory -
Green hills in a grey country,
Cold, collared, fallen time.
Of all the times that were,
Of all the times to come,
Here am I lost among.
I pulled my cloak against the cold
And thought the wind taught me,
Though I couldn’t hear it clearly
Lessons, whispered in my ear.
Is something to be learned
Lost among the memories?
Green hills in a grey country,
Cold, collared, fallen time.
Of all the times that were,
Of all the times to come,
Here am I lost among.