O SON OF MAN

Tell me, O Son of Man -- why are the skies so grey?
Why is the salt mixed with rain, washing it away?
Does my journey end here, on a dark, cloudy day?

Princes, kings, and commoners -- for what do they pray?
Do they ask, as I do, for you to light the way?
Tell me, O Son of Man -- why are the skies so grey?

"I have been to the end of the circle," I say
At the start, as at the end, the balance is weighed
Does my journey end here, on a dark, cloudy day?

The great Book of Wonders tells us that Man is clay
Half-mud, half-spirit, in/of the Earth because he strayed
Tell me, O Son of Man -- why are the skies so grey?

And end; the end is coming -- stop now, kneel, and pray
Pray as if your life shall not last another day:
Does my journey end here, on a dark, cloudy day?

---jrw 1:26am
4-11-97