the question will become

 'They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla!"

from winters frozen grip

a new wind does slip

a warmth gently comes

spreading a new kingdom

growth will soon begin

lush and full all across the land

the question will become

who can tame this feral one?

the spring sets the young free

all wild and dancing in the breeze

bacchus my old friend

i hear your call once again

in this galaxy

 "Lo, they do call to me."

wearily and wearily done again

i say to my old friend

long have we spent

in hours contemplate

what wonders have we to see

under the trees

in this galaxy

upon our world of loquacity

a king, upon his throne

afraid and all alone?

or a people, saved by grace,

who fear not the fate they face

molded by our hands

 "Lo there, do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning!"

we are the victorious

we are the hardiest

we are the swiftest

we are the strongest

the world was given

to be inspired by heaven

molded by our hands

and given on at last

the next to come

will outshine us everyone

greater and greater we grow

under the sun loving glow

edit 041326: corrected opening quote JBT

Laby Liberty

 "And my Sisters & Brothers"

dreams destroyed

 "Lo, there do I see my mother."

its not fair

the life we bear

yet our needs are met

though we soon forget

bombs falling like rain

lives snuffed out like a flame

dreams destroyed

so we can have more toys

war only leads to war

whose appetite is only more & more

just to crown a king eternal

of a graveyard sempiternal

or my joy and gladness

 "Lo, there do i see my father." 

hello

my dear fellow

what brings you by?

passing the time?

im glad you are here

to share in my fear

or my joy and gladness

or perhaps my madness

this will stay

when all else passes away

my diary will become

history to some

no end to dreams made real

the sun keeps shining

whoever is lying

the sun will shine on

there is no end to the song

no end to the stars in the sky

no end to butterflies

no end to dreams made real

no end to deals to seal

never in a hurry

nor does a storm scurry

but all is done

under the sun