Night

Night does not last
neither does day
Only air and water
will find their way
through the hates
and fears
down through time
itself
through days and nights
of tears
ending in decay.

But if things do mend
through our vail of tears
of pain and of sense
and bottlenecks of beers
lives will only mend
when life is full of seers.

Don't you know yourself
owls and robins feed
upon natures fine wealth
among the grass and weed.

Bitter is the sound
bitter is the night
walk our day around
and praise the isrealite.