Ode to the Clouds (day 1760)

In all my years of traveling days
You’ve been there by my side,
Led me ahead when I’ve been lost
Followed me close as I ran fast.
And when I pause to give you space
You’ve never let me down,
You’ve always shown me in animate
Horses and dinosaurs and ducks, sure!
Amidst visions I’ve of you,
Crumbling, rumbling, rambling and full.
Breaking and spitting and spinning too
To bring me closer yet, to you.
So when you are my lungs, I am all yours,
When you are so high, so far,
You are my dreams I send afar,
And when my sleepy eyes first wake,
It’s to the sky I send my morning eyes.

View of clouds forming over the east coast of sweden in the sea with sailboats

Storm is on the Ni’ (day 1696)

Weathered by the storm one night
I lay awake in bed,
Trusty steed loose outside
To fare for his warmth, amidst.
I’ve got a heart of gold and
I left my shoes tidy by the door.
Stayed up all night watching
Stars shoot through the sky,
And you told me twice that I
Had led you down the right road.
Now you come home and
Lay awake in bed,
Lay beside me when
Storm is on the ni’.

Tonight’s Sky (day 1673)

To be the lonesome desperado
Spread out on the plain,
Looking for mescalato
In a dusty town again.

What was the last thing that she said
As I kissed her our last goodbye:
“I will expect you back again,
For you’re mine and mine till end.”

As the sun chasing through
Clouds about the sky
A sister hopes out loud tonight
As I say what’s left is true.

Overdrive (day 1632)

He’s got a memory that’s eating,
She’s got the car in overdrive.
He’s been on top of execution –
A silver goblet chasing her.
It’s one end into the other
And a sky that fills producer.
He’s been a picture in a locket:
A rebel – swallow hard,
He’s been a reason to escape here,
He’s led the movement from the start.
Escape into pure darkness,
He’s lucky he didn’t start this.
It’s been forever after,
Just like it’s from the start.

Hearth (day 1603)

I am waiting for sunset,
For the sky to enliven
With one last hurrah
In a brilliant exposé
Of memories lingering
Upon baited tongues
That stopped,
As if frozen by a single call,
To gasp, to breathe deep,
To inhale and then
Sing as a dove does in flight
And then whisper
Like ignited fire
Deep within the hearth. 

Memory (day 1596)

Your heart rings on the bars of my faint memory
Tingling windows that never seem to open right
While lights flicker from unknown sources
As if silent messengers in night’s sky.

I touch my lips and think about a sensation
Once so familiar to my heart that it left an ocre mark
And scalded the new moon twice since
Leaving rays of blood light shifting my reminiscence.

I cannot wait here long, for leaves follow my mind
Upon a downward spiral to freshly rooted dirt
Awaiting new seeds of our ancient memory
And lifting lines that varicose their way back to my heart.

Memory by Ned Tobin

Evening Rainbow (day 1564)

I watched a rainbow slowly cross the sky last night,
Wishing upon the earth two saintly moments of fleeting clarity
That soon washed into the sea
With a distant siren that bled maroon.
My kaleidescope of love patterned Opalesque
Onto the back of my hand,
Which I watched like a psychedelic memory
Until once again the giant autumn sun
Quivered in the darkening sky
And laid its sleepy plans and rustic tools down
For an evening of mystery and forbidden colors.