Happens so fast

As I sat below a tree I saw
a young woman pedal toward me,
her skirt rising and falling
with her knees.
She'll go on and never know
how I dreamed of her innocence.

The fruit below the tree
lay rotten-
the fruit it held, not yet ripe.
I dreamed of catching one
on the way down-
but it happens so fast.

And the dreamers shall dream

And the dreamers shall dream,
And the writers will write,
All while the merry makers,
Make with delight.

And the lovers will love,
And the fighters will fight,
All while the merry makers,
Make with delight.

And the preachers will preach,
And the fires ignite,
Still while the merry makers,
Make with delight.

And only on the darkest night,
Shall the earth be paralyzed with fright.
Then and only then,
Shall the merrymakers cease with their delight.

Ring!

Ring! The phone
must not be answered.
Ring! I wait all day
to be rung.
Ring! How childish
is the game I play.
Ring! Inside my
head I’m rung.