In the Eighty-eighth minute 

of your dream tonight

all you thought you knew

will fade to white

don't think you know 

what you haven't learned

by coming to grips

with the One you spurned

Facades and the Facilities

to franchise them

will bear the fruit

of the condemned

Unless you, of course

set a new   course

I see a white sand beach 

as far as the eye can see

An endless blue sky

gentle waves lapping upon the shore

like a dog without a care in the world, 

Not a sole in sight  -  pure delight 

- The Solitude of the Serious  -