As Far As He Can See
The old man stands on the cliff’s edge
Trying to make the words and music blend
He closed his eyes to see further
Just beyond the whispers of the wind.
Then he stretched out his arms and chanted,
as if to call a trusted friend.
And so it was, he saw further,
To the trees and to the river’s bend.
Every morning he comes to listen,
At noon he goes home again.
In the evening, he writes the songs
That he has heard on the wind.
Tomorrow, he returns to breezes
And stand where no-one dares to stand.
Then, again, he will see much further;
Just beyond the trees and the river’s bend.
They say that he has Demons
And that the Demons seek his end,
But they can not know how Spirits move
When they hear the whispers on the wind.
He knows his time will come to him
And his broken spirit will mend,
Then he will see the end of time,
As he flies beyond the river’s end.
D. Thurmond
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