He's here! Yes, he's here... But he doesn't understand the song I sing. Nor does he understand my lyric moods... It's a wild, musical tune that fills my open heart. He's here! But he doesn't hear... The music only a poet can know. It's a song that feeds my hungering mind. It lingers on ~ Even in the misty morning rain. Our beginning could be our end. But then, The end is also a beginning... Each phase of our life is started by an ending. I can see how this might confuse you. Think closely now before the reality of what I'm saying slips away... Poetry © 1978 Site © 1998 - 2017 All Rights Reserved CHARLENE HANCZ