It will all come out in the wash, they say
in the great, grand wash of Time
with the spin cycle of our good Earth each day
and the soak and the suck of the tide
And every disruptive distraction
will disperse to much less than it seems
as everything currently consuming us
dissolves like yesterday's dreams
Okay as me
The sun on my face
the gentlest of breeze
a glass of refreshment
my fine lady to squeeze
The wash of the water
the wisps of high cloud
a good planet turning
a hill high and proud
The green and the gold
the sun bright and warm
the strangest of feelings
that it was good to be born
A purpose that beckons
A reason to be
A quiet realization
that I'm okay as me
Aileen’s song
Your universe is vast and wide
but part of hidden greatness
beside you and inside of you
of spaces you can’t access
That is where the secrets lie
of how you come to be here
the pointed process and the why
so far from you, but near
The masters and the servants
the creatures and their minds
offer only fleeting glimpses
of the truths you cannot find
