The world now

 If in truth my death is dying

Then like a bird out the window flying

Goes the spirit of the word

Hangs the Damoclesian sword

And if in hearts 

The songs are sung

Of choosing right or wrong

That's hung

In the scales of a breathless lung

Love breathes, love is silence long

I should know their ways

Are shining

To the ever receding horizon

In the burning of a child's eye

In the breath of a mother's sigh

This world is not long for keeping

But who owns her or him in sleeping

When we sleep perchance of dreaming

That this world is soft and gleaming

Not dull and hard like knives cutting

But through stars our dreams are jutting

Pushing over far frontiers

Of clouds that drench like children's tears

Of all lost meaning in innocence drowning

Until tears turn to laughter, smiles from frowning

And in wastelands spring love's eternal waters

That soothe like a balm God's sons and daughters

Who play their parts in peace and slaughters

Oh what a world it is now