From The Distance We Could View

The turning light that lit in part Our view Increasing our will and desire To reach the burning fire. Red blue and yellow turned The light and other colors too Revolved before us advancing Fast Marching, marching, marching Under our feet we felt, we heard The crackling sere leaves crushing Screaming their screams at our Hurting them in that partial dark When in the high heavens passed A bat that screamed out flown By a mute silent lark That sought its home by dark For we humans were Why We were marching, marching, marching Always In an approximate straight line trudging With lanterns The light that turned and a weak moon And even weaker stars in misty haze For we humans were Marching, marching, marching. Around the scents of wild leaves And bushes sleeping In the subconscious aromas Dreaming Dreaming dreaming And From the distance we could view The turning light that lit in part Our view Increasing our will and desire To reach the burning fire. For this be life And let this be life, my Monsignor. For From the distance we could view The turning light that lit in part Our view Increasing our will and desire To reach the burning fire.