No One Else Knows

nothing music ever said
or wind blew in the trees
made me feel like this
not cold, precisely, no
definitely not alone

no one else knows
no one else knows
no one else knows

the devil is in the constants
things that will not disappear
after they've been ignored
all these years

no one else knows
no one else knows
no one else knows

and so we disappear
just an ending
with all the same disgrace
we've been carrying for days

no one else knows
no one else knows
no one else knows

On Grace

Grace is the Experience of Beauty
to share with Existence its providence
But, something terrible must arise
like Angles too beautiful for the mind.
Terror begins here that loss might
be the loss of this Grace.

If stars do speak in this dimension,
thundering voices, to we two alone
how could anything of this beauty,
solace, kind not open a thousand times
to Gates of Horn like Prophets?

Brief the transformation, atoms of time
to a change of being in Grace.
I brave the Angels of Beauty now
to unlock their secrets
where we may be, where we may be.