Too Young To Listen

Too Young To Listen

There is always now,

as there was always then,

all hidden stillness dark

to surface out from silence

we see the bluest sky spreading

over dawn’s new brightness.

Only then will it be time

for time’s beginning once again

as those old days return

to take us by the hand

and lead us into new green valleys

life once promised back when

we were as young as dawning

and far too young to listen,

hearing nothing this old world could tell us.

Thinking we knew so much better

knowing everything about this world

and how it turns around us.

Carving certainty from hillsides

all we carried back from up there

down from those high hills we stood on

were these stone mistakes that litter

all the floors of this green valley

we stumble around, while trying

to rebuild all we have broken.