She rode the waves of mercy
Climbing with every swell
A Venus in every mystery
Searching the world round
She cried with every bit of
Excitement in the air
Like fireworks in her eyes
A flair inside her heart
She amplified the colours
That rose so bright at daybreak
In every exhale of her breath
More mountains rose to shine
She left three marks to show the way
In a maze of lost lagoons
For every star that awoke at night
Was here for her to stay
I am an expression of sadness
Lying lazily in the sun
Forgetting what I’ve heard
And letting go of all I’ve learned
To have a sweet moment
Agape
While everything else remains
Like poles in a lost lagoon
Stilts for a man
Long gone, long lost,
Long given up and moved on.
It is with this intention
That I grow into unique
But not a unique so unique
It looses it’s physique
For lost and alone
Was never a soul
To be borne or simply left
Just lost in the lagoon
Trampling skunk cabbage
And swinging aimlessly
About low hanging branches
Of a bountiful weeping willow
To find the end to gather up
A handful of bull-rushes
That I so delicately paste
Upon the small of my back
To become my wings as I carry on
Forward and truth,
Happy New Year to all
The game is upon us now.
Upon the brook I sat a while
Whistling my long & lone tune,
I thought I heard a critter come
But it was just the moon.
It echoed off the water so clean
That my heart lept at the thought.
And soon my mind was back again
Amidst this lone lagoon.
In my tarry I carried a pack
Stuffed with my new booty.
Not filled with random this and that,
But of my especial boon.
I held it close to my lone heart
As I breathed in the vista,
And just as I approached depart
I was greeted by a loon
Who whispered my heart a calm.
I knew once more, with no regret
That as I sat and whistled along
It would be time to go home soon.
I was escaping a tear drop I had left beside the bed:
Tears of mixed emotions, like a fleeting moonlit night.
Stuck there; family man and the rock and roll band.
Jesus and his long haired hippies that didn’t wash their hands.
I played a mouth organ as I whispered at swans
Floating by the dock of this lost lagoon
Where my nimbly toes wash cotton balls free like fresh sheets.
I didn’t even turn around to that old familiar sound,
Lost in a pool of choreographed love letters
I’d heard in a song driving fast and straight down Paradise Road.
The things we used to do, the life I used to live.
An old loon used to sing the sun to sleep here every night.