no need for searching

what's gone into deep spaces will stay lost
there's nothing here allows us to recover
and what we always do is pay full cost

on this fine day we've gone right past the frost
this is the season of the friend and lover
what's gone into deep spaces will stay lost

the coin lands on its edge when tossed
no secrets left for wise ones to uncover
and what we always do is pay full cost

we do our jobs there's no need to be bossed
no spirit at our shoulders waits to hover
what's gone into deep spaces will stay lost

old treebark that for long days has been mossed
still hangs on bare wood as a simple cover
and what we always do is pay full cost

no messages will in this space be crossed
no new things will we for now discover
what's gone into deep spaces will stay lost
and what we always do is pay full cost

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister