Music . . . spiritual
I could float on the melody
it has the strength to hold me up . . .
to lift high my flagging soul
. . .when my wings droop
and I can no longer fly . . .
it is there to give
me lift,
up
I could float on the melody
it has the strength to hold me up . . .
to lift high my flagging soul
. . .when my wings droop
and I can no longer fly . . .
it is there to give
me lift,
up
from the depths
of the fathomless black canyons of the ocean floor. . .
of the fathomless black canyons of the ocean floor. . .
again I fly
I could swim in the music. . .
a liquid cloud of
brilliant cerulean . . .
waters ripple around me . . .
warming my heart
cradling me
in the strong arms of the briny waters
and when my heart breaks
a sweet kiss to heal
I am loved . . . .
I could drown in the melody
I would not resist
the pull of that tide . . . .
down, down into the depths I fall
freely
swirling around as I relax
in the azure depths
- I spread my wings
gently rocking as I descend
seeking those like me
I could die in the music
amongst the graveyards
of the deep
the eyes of the sea
will find me there
in the depths
of the abyss
and you will find me, too. . .
in the fathomless waters of the music . . .
Join me in the spirit of the music
floating in the sea
They hang their faces
close to the ground . . .
pain lingers with sorrow
and lacking the will
there is no smile or joy . . .
their pathways
so convoluted,
tangled and frayed . . .
heart-ache radiates
from them as a blackened
edged cloud
billowing and grasping
around them like a cloak . . .
clinging wetly.
They stand like statues . . .
heads hanging, fear
licking their faces,
flickering like a distant
storm,
electric pulsations
bend them into a
weariness, a solitude . . .
destructive to human joy;
reducing human endeavors
to mere survival,
existence,
nothing more.
I see them standing
on the street corners
waiting,
walking . . .
I see them in the darkness . . .
in the darkness shrouding,
shoulders drooping
weighted, dragging,
I see them sighing . . .
frosted breath
breaking
heartbeat waiting
I see pain.
I stop to throw a life-line . . .
a smile,
a prayer,
a look,
the line
dropping . . .
laying on the ground
unused
unnoticed . . .
I walk on. . .
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To my friend . . .
you know who you are,
you are the man who wished on a star
in the black of the night
too far away
yet it singed your heart . . .
and burned your eyes . . .
and your dreams fore-told a millennia ago
lost their way as you wandered
lonely and adrift
amongst your own ruins . . .
and your pain
too great for you to bear
is a wound held by another
as a golden key
to be treasured as a memory
for your deep soul.
You . . . surrounded by the cries of the damned
from your lonely plains
refusing the pathways
open to more stable grounds. . .
is there a lostness more profound?
your songs are more than I can bear
I dream for you my friend
I dream and yet I too am singed
by that star and fear
that I am too weak to hold your hand
and guide you toward that stable place.
Together though perhaps
together we will find the way . . .
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##
you know who you are,
you are the man who wished on a star
in the black of the night
too far away
yet it singed your heart . . .
and burned your eyes . . .
and your dreams fore-told a millennia ago
lost their way as you wandered
lonely and adrift
amongst your own ruins . . .
and your pain
too great for you to bear
is a wound held by another
as a golden key
to be treasured as a memory
for your deep soul.
You . . . surrounded by the cries of the damned
from your lonely plains
refusing the pathways
open to more stable grounds. . .
is there a lostness more profound?
your songs are more than I can bear
I dream for you my friend
I dream and yet I too am singed
by that star and fear
that I am too weak to hold your hand
and guide you toward that stable place.
Together though perhaps
together we will find the way . . .
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The little boys
were dancing in the cafeteria
the other day
their faces alight
aglow
their silly child's laughter
put a reflection in my heart
and I promised to record their art
But the music was lacking
except through
our inner ears . . .
we heard the song
the music of the spheres
we danced
to the music
of the universe . . .
star dust being part of our beings
but losing the melody's beauty
in the flatness of the movie
the advantage was in
being there
feeling the vibrations
of the cosmos
in the air
of the cafeteria. . .
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