Sweetest Song (day 2997)

Sing to me your sweetest song
I heard you singing over there
Append to that a touch of heart
I crave for, like morning to start.

Should each new day
Bring me your so-sung song
I should fall into eternal reverie
At once awoke and set so free.

Long ago I wondered if
A bird’s sweet song could be sung again
And at every chance I so spun
I listened on so intent.

Then I heard you open up
With such lyric that touched my heart
At once I was deeply touched
And longed again: your sweetest song.

Accompanying Nature (day 2991)

I took a step into the forest
So wild and carefully
Paying attention to my every breath
And my ever so lightly step
I heard the sounds of a singing bird
One that wasn’t afraid of me
I heard the songs of swaying trees
Gently cackling at me
As I moved my view became
Biased uncontrollably
For I had become to see life as
Accompanying nature’s needs.

Wrong (day 2975)

Arise questions for my soul
How the hell to get off of here?
I left a hole in my deepest thought
Condemned and forced
Into buckets swimming the sea
My Angel sang my song
So I sat down at the closest perch
Hold my hand and dark Mother Earth
I’m not alone, though I’m crying within
How could it be?
How could it be.
Too far away and I’m drowning again
Most of the time
And I love always my song
But it’s getting on
And my soul is still sullen and long
So I’m watching for my forest
To grow and save my demise
And stop reminding me of what went wrong.

Lost and Blurred (day 2925)

The road lost me here
Too many turns
And too many good songs
Singing to me
Through four speakers
And four tweeters.
Windows rolled down
To Day’s hot wind,
Never able to escape
Sun’s firey glare.
My eyes dazed
On Highway’s glaze,
And your arms
Never quite let go
As I looked on, after you
Departing in flesh
But long from forgotten.
And the good songs
Carry on
Over my Mind’s hum
Blurring the wheels
Passing me on by.

Desperation (day 2921)

Desperation never sold
So the Fair was abandoned
What went wrong with the night?
Holiday in a seabed of weeds
Natural sunlight
What’s so wrong with our age?
How could we see what we wore?
Uncomfortable and undecided
Singing our song
Dirty water and pooling at the bottom

Collection Box (day 2920)

In envelopes of my collection box
My heartache rests beside my lover’s hair
Rusted pins and unused pens
Worn well and never used.

Could opening be the end?

I drove a long night
Through windy roads
Of Scotland’s y’Or
Great Bras d’Or,
And long wild grass on feral land:
Swan song I’ll sing again.

Head can see, alighted way
Matchsticks lite Borrower’s torch;
Down a cold tunnel with dripping water.

Lover’s name in a letter she carried.

Crow (day 2918)

Restless and crow
Through eyes of Black
Long hair and a ruksack
With endless in tune
Trees in the night sky
Bridge by firelight
Morning in song
Murdered and wrong
Trying again to make friends
Crow and eleven
Mind here big step
Forward and lurching.

Golden (day 2912)

She was everything I had opened
Expecting and recovering
Wild flowers and green seaside
High above I saw her eyes
And the jungle began to swim
Swinging here in a garden night
Low light and pleasant song
Innermost said me to me
Lucky man, lucky day
Lucky sun came up for me
So there I was, it was a dream
Singing with my heart again
Raindrops heard away, outside
Golden in her hair.