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Member of The American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers & The Songwriters Guild of America

Member of Nashville Songwriters Association International & Tennessee Songwriters Association International

1996 & 1997 International Society of Poets "International Poet of Merit" Award Winner & "Poet of the Year" Nominee

Elected by the Board of Directors of The National Library of Poetry to The International Poetry Hall of Fame (1997)

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Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who

 Now isn't it strange that of everyone who

Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,

Before us has passed the darkest door through

Not one returns to tell us of the Road,

No one returns to tell of the road

Which to discover we must travel too.

    

That for us to know we must travel too

    

 

There's something going on here

 

I don't know what it means

 

There must be something larger

 

Larger than life outside of dreams

     

I sent my Soul through the Invisible,

I shot out my soul through the singular eye

Some letter of that After-life to spell:

Still thirsting to quench from this paradise well

And by and by my Soul return'd to me,

And then by and by my soul came to tell

And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:"

    

"There can be no Heaven in self-created Hell"

    

 

There's something going on here

 

I don't know what it means

 

There must be something larger

 

Larger than life outside of dreams

     

Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,

If Heaven's but the vision of a found desire

And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire,

Then Hell's a helpless shadow of a soul on fire

Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,

Downcast upon the darkness into which it fell

So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.

    

Yet burning to emerge in time if only to expire

     

 

There's something going on here

 

I don't know what it means

 

There must be something larger

 

Larger than life outside of dreams

     

Omar Khayyam (1048 - 1131)Edward M. FitzGerald (1809-1883)
     

Lyrics © 1980 Damon Leigh (ASCAP)

(Inspired by Edward M. FitzGerald's translation of “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam”)

Music © 1980 Britt Bacon

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