Wick Fields
Time
by Wick Fields
There isn't enough time
To express the wholeness of things
There is only time
To survive the blast.
by Wick Fields
There isn't enough time
To express the wholeness of things
There is only time
To survive the blast.
Oh the flames Whipping wild at city gates In Rome and Beijing and Cleveland Frightening the old Half cold in their graves And surrounding the young Half hung by their age. Oh the flames Lapping low at
by Wick Fields There is so much I'd like to tell you About the shape of this earth About the strength of your skull But the flames, they must be tended to. For as we are both keenly aware Their flicke