Unsung      A whispered song upon the air      as time stood still to stand and care      a silent lyric clings to the heart      and makes the whole seem just a part      of life and that which makes it real      that if we could we would but steal      to make ourselves a piece of the song      and cease to be so often wrong      for such is life to which we cling      so that we may also try to sing      the love that springs from our karma      and share with those who touch our mana.      sig rex      COPYRIGHT 2/99