Before

   In a time before now
   In a place not this
   There were people not us
   And by their steps the world shook.

   In the dawn before dusk
   In all there was light
   There were hearts not ours
   And they drunk in the joy.

   In a place before now
   In a time not this
   There was knowledge unbound
   And the change it began.

   In the dusk before dawn
   In shadows they saw
   There became the darkness
   And the nightfall came.

   In the night still here
   In the place we stand
   The people are gone
   And by our steps the world shakes.



           Dream Now

   Dream now
   Now that there is no more
   Our hope has gone
   The nightmare is here
   Nevermore in your heart
   All that remains
   Are dreams



           Haiku

   Darkness has come now
   Though we fought it since the dawn
   It matters no more



                   The Stage

   When the actor is on stage, what does he see?
   The faces of the crowd?
   Nothing but the scene?
   Or only blackness?

   The footlights do not show those who only watch.
   Only those who act on the stage are seen.
   But those who act are not alone.
   If you cannot see it, it does not mean that it is not there.
   The Sun at night is gone, and the moons in the day.
   They are always there.

   But which are you?
   Which am I?
   Actor?
   Audience?
   Or have we yet found the play...

   The stages are all around us.
   The actors play their parts.
   The audience watches in judgement.
   Which is more the fool?



         A Limeric

   There once was a man from Tobermore
   Who everyone thought was a bore.
      On the docks he would sit
      And speak without wit.
   Until someone hit him in the head with an oar.