the procession

seems like trouble always happens
when life and love are wrong,
seems like time is just a moment
in a strange and mystic song,
seems like nothing is for certain
in the endless dance of time,
seems like life is what we make it
in our daily pantomime,
seems like love could be the answer
instead of jealousy and hate,
seems like lovers should be honest
as they move into their fate,
seems like what they do and say and feel
should have a sacred reason,
seems like all their time together
might be a happy season.

1982