Songs of a Lunatic:

by Andrew M. Greeley

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Train Whistle

A memory from long ago
A stark, promising midnight sound
Half forgotten, now newly found
In the murky riches of my soul

I wake from uneasy, troubled sleep,
My soul restless, my body tight,
Exhausted from my dream world fight,
With nameless demons from the deep.

The whistle slices through the silent night
Serene and certain on its way
The train rushes towards the coming day
In the world all may still be right!

Men and women yet love and play
Freight even now moves long the rail.
The cosmos persists, does not fail. ;
I turn over, thank God, I say

Spirits of Earth, I loudly hail,
Rejoice! The trains still run!
Chaos order has not undone!
Tomorrow there'll be US. Mail!

The whistle blows! For now we've won!
I return to sleep despite my fear.
The one in charge holds our species dear,
Sustains us 'til the morning sun!
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Autumn Moon

I looked out the window late last night
And saw there the moon, prowling in the trees,
How voluptuous she was and sterling bright
She wanted only to pose for me and please,

A sacrament of woman, love, and God
Beguiling me with her radiant, magic light.
Yet I turned away -- how terribly odd --
And, 0, pushed my disrobed moon out of sight.

No time…….away with her seductive tease!
She tried to ravish me, poor thing, but lost the fight.
For my precious work I must each minute seize;
Thus I rejected her and, Ah! destroyed delight.
Moon and God, I love you both, but on my knees
I plead: not now, come back some other night!

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	1999 Index
	1999 Passover
	1998 Easter
	1998 Autumn
	1998 Xmas

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