Faces . . .
"They say," the end is near.
Even the Moody Blues sung,
"One more time to live and
I have made it mine."
When they hadn't made anything at all . . .
except "music" almost no one really heard
that transcended all before or since
in first six albums, almost touching heaven,
. . . while I climbed Jacob's Ladder, deep within.
Didn't want to be an Andy Warhol guru+,
just heard. Still found only few who listen,
somehow knowing it's true, and not false,
while I wait and hope to see faces lit of heaven . . .
. . . not far off now . . .