Wake up to a new mown dawn.
Where have all the forlorn gone?
Gone to graveyards every one.
Gone before the dew was drawn.
See the signs set in the air.
Silent signs by those aware.
Can't you smell it in the snare?
Nostrils flaring to beware.
Ripped from the pages yet unwritten,
And cast upon the unknown smitten.
Now is the time to do or die.
Don't ask when and don't ask why.
Just wake up! I cry.
| The Unseen Eye
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Copyright 2005 © Ronald W. Hull