Blue Silver Red

They focused on the hill

A tower loomed in near space

Other things seemed out of phase

Sure, Jan and Tom had faith

How persuasive an ideal

Everything to everyone

Waiting for the moment to come

And every waking hour is the waiting that's done

Writing, thinking and building of expectations

Meetings weekends, melting of constellations

And time is out of time and is turning

Putting people into spaces

Taking others out of time

The savant wants for saving now

She's waiting for someone to run

And every waking hour is the waiting that's done

Distant and distance, in a pivotal moment broken

For now it's done caring and is ready to

Go on home

And time is out of time. And is turning

"So sorry, does it matter anymore?"

Her movement, charged with wonder

The wonder is she's there at all. "So sorry."

The tower looms unreal

Someone somewhere calling

Running fast on empty words

To the edge of the known world

Some may be afraid, maybe take the easy way

Turn and face the rage

So "sorry" counts for nothing in the end

No, it never really mattered

(but the meaning lies between the words.)

Hidden deep within words

And time is out of time…and is lost