If I Could Tell
If I could tell you about the many market moments in the marching season. If I could share the stories of the sneaky strives and strikes. If I could narrate the looks of a never relenting November sky. If I could brief you about the beauty of the sacred grounds and the flower's music. If I could tell you about the goodwill in the best wishes of well-meaning souls. If I could tell you about the soft ceaseless midnight music of our hopes. If I could tell you about the codes in the visions of dreams. If I could tell you about the reasons for this missive motion. If I could tell you about the high, even, the low landscape of the people's republic. If I could tell you about the natural mystics still blowing through the air, If I could tell you about how subtle interests drove passions to and fro If I could tell you about the silent voices still sweating on our uncaring looks. If I could tell you about the silent tears of lose and misery out there. If I could tell you ab