audio link
Where are the mighty men of old
Who shut up the skies so that the rains cannot come
The strong ones who burst the locks and chains
Of gloom in the hidden places
Who will heal the eyes of the feeble
That they may once again look upon fair Helena
What physician can heal the sick at heart
I hide away like Job from the stormy seas
Deep in the belly of the ship
For it comes upon me like the Dark clouds
Without reason or explanation, a howling wind
Slapping at the face of thankfulness
Blotting out the Sun of all that is precious and dear
Where shall one go to get away
What potion is there that will relieve meaningless anguish
Floods and channels without foundation
Whose hollow speeches threaten to carry off our very soul
So I leapt into the jaws of the great sea creature
There I sank ever downward toward my rest
Yet the thing of sadness followed me there
So I wept even while under the shroud of sleep
There did I toil on pillow and shake inside
I came to the surface of the waters many times
Only to drop once again like a struggling stone
The hail fell and the torrent poured
Filling up the earth's mouth till it was sated
Only then did this one rise again well enough
Rehearsing for another day
When Perfect Strength shall set us free
And nary a dark day ever dawn
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Friday, November 01, 2013
The Blues and Autumn - with audio
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Autumn came, and with it came the blues
Money trouble arrived with the cold wind
Finances blew away like the turning leaves
My mind and heart became grey with the skies
Mice and traps share my attic space
They conspire with sour stomach and restless shades
To keep me awake at 3 bells
So I take a pepcid and shuffle out of the bedroom
Then down the dark hall to the kitchen
There I have a tea and read the scriptures
These become my blanket and I pray
I pray for life, for family, the sick, government and religious leaders
I pray for people to turn toward G-d and
To remember compassion once again
Sigh, - ...sleep will come again friend
Like magic, the Fall brings back old voices, new fears
The cold doesn't wait for night, it comes by afternoon
It makes me thankful that there is greater reason for hope
Than what my eyes see, my ears hear and my hands can grasp
The feelings puff up my insides and threaten my eyes with tears
Thank God they don't come to fill up my furrowed brow
Like irrigation canals crossing this fallow field
Still that child who longs for the family time and tide of youth
Can find solace in the white and quiet of the biting snow moon
In that place, people and time are slowed -
Down to frozen crystalline stillness
Warmth then can return to inhabit the heart
Like cognac after a winter's embrace or handshake
Perhaps just a smile from a stranger, a kiss from a friend
Or a whiskey poured down the throat whilst fishing on an ice lake
My father's voice comes back to me, now like a flake of falling snow
Always carry a little change in your pocket for the stranger
A little compassion, a little compassion
The past and the present come together in Autumn
Do we cry for the present, are we sentimental about the past?
Or do they come to prepare, to make us mindful of the unseen, pristine,
Glowing diamond ship moving on oceans black?
There to fly the longest journey 'cross silent starlit sky
Sleep will come again my friend, sleep will come
In winter's brightest solitary night
Toward Affection's ultimate day.
Autumn came, and with it came the blues
Money trouble arrived with the cold wind
Finances blew away like the turning leaves
My mind and heart became grey with the skies
Mice and traps share my attic space
They conspire with sour stomach and restless shades
To keep me awake at 3 bells
So I take a pepcid and shuffle out of the bedroom
Then down the dark hall to the kitchen
There I have a tea and read the scriptures
These become my blanket and I pray
I pray for life, for family, the sick, government and religious leaders
I pray for people to turn toward G-d and
To remember compassion once again
Sigh, - ...sleep will come again friend
Like magic, the Fall brings back old voices, new fears
The cold doesn't wait for night, it comes by afternoon
It makes me thankful that there is greater reason for hope
Than what my eyes see, my ears hear and my hands can grasp
The feelings puff up my insides and threaten my eyes with tears
Thank God they don't come to fill up my furrowed brow
Like irrigation canals crossing this fallow field
Still that child who longs for the family time and tide of youth
Can find solace in the white and quiet of the biting snow moon
In that place, people and time are slowed -
Down to frozen crystalline stillness
Warmth then can return to inhabit the heart
Like cognac after a winter's embrace or handshake
Perhaps just a smile from a stranger, a kiss from a friend
Or a whiskey poured down the throat whilst fishing on an ice lake
My father's voice comes back to me, now like a flake of falling snow
Always carry a little change in your pocket for the stranger
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Or do they come to prepare, to make us mindful of the unseen, pristine,
Glowing diamond ship moving on oceans black?
There to fly the longest journey 'cross silent starlit sky
Sleep will come again my friend, sleep will come
In winter's brightest solitary night
Toward Affection's ultimate day.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Thoughts of You - with audio
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Jasmine petals
Thoughts of you
Midnight dew
Days renew
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Midday waves
Crashing down
Leaves of brown
Hot cracked summer ground
Thoughts of you
Lonely rose
Fragrance spend
Bee upon the diadem
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Sounds of traffic
Rolling by
Heart that tracks
Across the sky
Thoughts of you
Sighs and Smiles
Days pretend
To forget
A tender hand
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Nights shine dull
Moon in vain
Sleep undone
Rise again
To thoughts of you
Tasteless food
Careless wind
Seasons end
Then begin
Without you
Stark space
Empty chair
Cool dry
Autumn air
Little wings
Flutter by
Voices sing
Away on high
Soaring through
Blue expanse
Seeking there
Love's advance
Tumbling clouds...
and you perchance
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Only you
Only thoughts
Of you
Jasmine petals
Thoughts of you
Midnight dew
Days renew
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Midday waves
Crashing down
Leaves of brown
Hot cracked summer ground
Thoughts of you
Lonely rose
Fragrance spend
Bee upon the diadem
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Sounds of traffic
Rolling by
Heart that tracks
Across the sky
Thoughts of you
Sighs and Smiles
Days pretend
To forget
A tender hand
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Nights shine dull
Moon in vain
Sleep undone
Rise again
To thoughts of you
Tasteless food
Careless wind
Seasons end
Then begin
Without you
Stark space
Empty chair
Cool dry
Autumn air
Little wings
Flutter by
Voices sing
Away on high
Soaring through
Blue expanse
Seeking there
Love's advance
Tumbling clouds...
and you perchance
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Only you
Only thoughts
Of you
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Where Fowl is Fair and a Hound's to Wonder - with audio
It’s a woman’s world gobble gobble gobble
It’s a Woman's world chirp chirp chirp
Its for the the birds
How on earth did I wander in
How did I come to begin
I feel a little like Rin Tin Tin
Now it feels just like a sin
Bark bark, bark bark, bark bark bark
Stumbling through a hen house in the dark
It’s a woman's club cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's club gobble gobble gobble
It’s a woman's club chirp chirp chirp
It's for the birds
Where a man‘s ascribed with voiceless guilt
Hounding the hound, like a longhair shirt
Left begging for scraps in the dirt
Like Mr. Rodgers, he eats milk toast
The members flee shadows and ghosts
Where fowl is fair, the effeminate
boasts
It's a woman's klatch cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's klatch gobble gobble gobble
It's a woman's klatch chirp chirp chirp
It's for the birds
When chicken hawks fail the call
Shot down from clear blue skies they fall
Friendly canines stall and blunder
All chained up and torn asunder
Anything is possible in this brave new world
Where fowl is fair and a hound's to wonder
It's a woman's gaggle cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's gaggle gobble gobble gobble
It's a woman's gaggle chirp chirp chirp
It's for the birdsHow shall our friend not turn away
To live, bark and enemies slay
To regard highly the fairer sex
Maintain his place as noble Rex
Take up the sword and save the day
To regard highly the fairer sex
Maintain his place as noble Rex
Take up the sword and save the day
Walk through the door, be on his way?
Cats meow, and horses neigh
Hens chase feed in hubbub heyday
Oh boy, Oh gee, Oh my, Oh me
Birds fly, flap, chirp and flee
Not to wonder, no reason why,
Only to pause, just to sigh
For a dog becomes a pest of a guest
When he makes his den in a bird's nest
Wag this tale - it's a woman's world Cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's world gobble gobble gobble,
It's a woman's world chirp chirp chirp
Woof Woof, Ruff Ruff, Bark Bark Bark
Its for the birds
Cooked Goose, Roast Duck, Barbecue Chicken?
HOT DOG!
It's a woman's world cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's world gobble gobble gobble
It's a woman's world chirp chirp chirp
It's for the birdsCats meow, and horses neigh
Hens chase feed in hubbub heyday
Oh boy, Oh gee, Oh my, Oh me
Birds fly, flap, chirp and flee
Not to wonder, no reason why,
Only to pause, just to sigh
For a dog becomes a pest of a guest
When he makes his den in a bird's nest
Wag this tale - it's a woman's world Cluck cluck cluck
It's a woman's world gobble gobble gobble,
It's a woman's world chirp chirp chirp
Woof Woof, Ruff Ruff, Bark Bark Bark
Its for the birds
Cooked Goose, Roast Duck, Barbecue Chicken?
HOT DOG!
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
I Was There - with audio
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I was there,
But could not stay
There,
But my mind
Wandered far away
Away from the
Overtones
And undertones
Buffeted
Along the way
By grave objectives
And vapid directives
The meeting's voices
Now like vast
Distant moans
And deep within
There were groans,
A longing
To be free
Free from
Bleeding away
Bits of a soul,
Free from bitter
Carrot's lure
With each
Lopsided pledge
To taskmasters,
In each
Bloody signature
Away from this
Empty caricature
And towering
Condescension
Gone sleep-like
In a bed
Of the mind's
Wandering
Suspension
Littered
Is the landscape
With houses
Once walked through
Forgotten,
Like candy wrappers
The conversations
I once knew
Faces
Of little ones'
With questioning looks,
Then chirping
Living storybooks
Hi, hello
Fly each on high
While down below,
Friends pass by
With eyes full
Hearts of good will,
And I love you s
Spoken by and by
With sigh and laughing
I to,
Stretch up
And fill
The marshmallowed sky
Trees
In the breeze
So elegant
To behold,
Dancing, whispering
Whistling secrets
That cannot
Be told,
Caressing
And addressing
Their care
For one another,
And the flowers
Call out
A blessing
The wind's wailing
Speaks
Of a way
That waxes above
Beyond the mundane
Earthly lays
The common train,
Marching dutifully
Till all is drained
Breath of life gone
So everyone can
See what is
Not expressed
From the poverty,
Of mindful sleepiness
Or plaintive painfulness
In a soul's distress
But, turning that
Night into day,
The universe spins
As if to say
Let you not
Be troubled,
employ your hand
To care and bread
Love one another,
Be not afraid
Little ones,
Is this not
What the messengers
That dwell
Above the stars
Have said?
Pieces of reality
Ebb away,
Though others may
Choose to stay
Shaking off
Garments of day,
Sparks released
Like mighty waves
Altogether, the
Old ones say,
We like leaves
Fly away
Off to join
Dust and dew,
Where all creation
Is made new
In the heat
Of Starlit fire,
Casting off all desire
In great light
There to sing,
There to shout,
There to praise,
In delight
Embedded in
A cloud
Of voices,
With countless
Countenances
In the heavens
To enjoy,
Announcing love,
Growing bright
I was there,
But could not stay,
What it is,
I can not say
Till the smallness
Of things and
Ambiguities gray,
Announce
Rainbow stained
Horizons,
In radiant
Display.
I was there,
But could not stay
There,
But my mind
Wandered far away
Away from the
Overtones
And undertones
Buffeted
Along the way
By grave objectives
And vapid directives
The meeting's voices
Now like vast
Distant moans
And deep within
There were groans,
A longing
To be free
Free from
Bleeding away
Bits of a soul,
Free from bitter
Carrot's lure
With each
Lopsided pledge
To taskmasters,
In each
Bloody signature
Away from this
Empty caricature
And towering
Condescension
Gone sleep-like
In a bed
Of the mind's
Wandering
Suspension
Littered
Is the landscape
With houses
Once walked through
Forgotten,
Like candy wrappers
The conversations
I once knew
Faces
Of little ones'
With questioning looks,
Then chirping
Living storybooks
Hi, hello
Fly each on high
While down below,
Friends pass by
With eyes full
Hearts of good will,
And I love you s
Spoken by and by
With sigh and laughing
I to,
Stretch up
And fill
The marshmallowed sky
Trees
In the breeze
So elegant
To behold,
Dancing, whispering
Whistling secrets
That cannot
Be told,
Caressing
And addressing
Their care
For one another,
And the flowers
Call out
A blessing
The wind's wailing
Speaks
Of a way
That waxes above
Beyond the mundane
Earthly lays
The common train,
Marching dutifully
Till all is drained
Breath of life gone
So everyone can
See what is
Not expressed
From the poverty,
Of mindful sleepiness
Or plaintive painfulness
In a soul's distress
But, turning that
Night into day,
The universe spins
As if to say
Let you not
Be troubled,
employ your hand
To care and bread
Love one another,
Be not afraid
Little ones,
Is this not
What the messengers
That dwell
Above the stars
Have said?
Pieces of reality
Ebb away,
Though others may
Choose to stay
Shaking off
Garments of day,
Sparks released
Like mighty waves
Altogether, the
Old ones say,
We like leaves
Fly away
Off to join
Dust and dew,
Where all creation
Is made new
In the heat
Of Starlit fire,
Casting off all desire
In great light
There to sing,
There to shout,
There to praise,
In delight
Embedded in
A cloud
Of voices,
With countless
Countenances
In the heavens
To enjoy,
Announcing love,
Growing bright
I was there,
But could not stay,
What it is,
I can not say
Till the smallness
Of things and
Ambiguities gray,
Announce
Rainbow stained
Horizons,
In radiant
Display.
Friday, May 03, 2013
The Skunk - with audio
audio link
The skunk
The skunk
Came by
At 4:am
At 4:am
To putrefy
And stupefy
To cause my
To cause my
Sleeping sky
To fall down
Utterly on me
I couldn't breath,
I couldn't breath,
Because this
Country beast
Had been brought
To my city
And brother,
And brother,
Oh my L-rd,
Does he smell
Even now,
So very #$%&*^
Being considerate
Being considerate
Of animals and
Feeling so hot
This one wishes
This one wishes
He could prepare
The little Pepe
A breakfast of
A breakfast of
Black barreled
Buckshot
Switching sides
Buckshot
Switching sides
Of the house
To re-route our
Sensitive snouts
Did not help
We'd been attacked
Bushwhacked
Sensitive snouts
Did not help
We'd been attacked
Bushwhacked
And Bombed
By this little whelp
Though unseen and
Though unseen and
Black as night,
He makes
His presence
His presence
Felt alright
Oh dear G-d
Oh dear G-d
Take this one
Away!
Away!
Along with
His Offensive
Olfactory
Quandary
Drop him
Along side
Quandary
Drop him
Along side
The fishes Beneath
The unknowing
Waves of sea
That sleep
That sleep
Might once again
Wash over me
With
Morning's
Florid
With
Morning's
Florid
Fragrant
Pungency
Pungency
And help
Us all
Forget this
Us all
Forget this
Buggers spray.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Poetry - with audio
audio link
Poetry is the innocence that lives in each of us.
It is that what makes us unique.
When we try to conform to something
Other than what we are, the poetry dies.
It is the stuff of kin and kindred,
The stories of our past and places.
The verse that springs up from inside of us
That is at once relevant, not relevant,
Romantic, silly and perhaps nonsensical or crazy.
Youth will not be conquered,
But overcomes with laughter and tears,
Joy and adventure; its tests the testy testers,
It mocks all the rules of love and life.
The jasmine blooms and so it is with the little ones.
Playing at this and that, daring to love and to win.
The clouds yield to blue skies and
The wind is content to stroke many
Ruddy cheeks and fluff flowing hair
With the purity of a brooklet traveling through
A bedroom window in the the waking of the day,
And in the waving of wildflowers afield.
Age is the platform that we arrive at
While striving for success.
It welcomes us on the bus
That may be going nowhere and
Turns many into window shoppers
Observing the ever changing scenery.
Alas, the bus always crashes in the end,
with great drama, and usually some tears.
But all at once we are free to exit the bus
And play in the spring sunshine once again.
No longer do we tire, watch TV,
Read magazines, pay taxes or need.
Love is that thing which gives life and breath
To all that lives in this pasture.
Love imbues the spirit with being and hope.
It is the glue that holds the cosmos in place
And allows for creatures to be made
From the remnants of cosmic plasma
Cataclysmic explosions light-years past
Love can be seen in the face of a child,
The jump of the sea creature,
Sought out in satin glowing sunset
Heard in the song of the gentle birds
Or in the storm that replenishes the deep
All mountains, fields, creatures and man.
Love is a warrior set about to heal, reveal,
To make new until all is well
Until the hunger of time is stilled
Before the caressing voice of eternity.
Poetry is the innocence that lives in each of us.
It is that what makes us unique.
When we try to conform to something
Other than what we are, the poetry dies.
It is the stuff of kin and kindred,
The stories of our past and places.
The verse that springs up from inside of us
That is at once relevant, not relevant,
Romantic, silly and perhaps nonsensical or crazy.
Youth will not be conquered,
But overcomes with laughter and tears,
Joy and adventure; its tests the testy testers,
It mocks all the rules of love and life.
The jasmine blooms and so it is with the little ones.
Playing at this and that, daring to love and to win.
The clouds yield to blue skies and
The wind is content to stroke many
Ruddy cheeks and fluff flowing hair
With the purity of a brooklet traveling through
A bedroom window in the the waking of the day,
And in the waving of wildflowers afield.
Age is the platform that we arrive at
While striving for success.
It welcomes us on the bus
That may be going nowhere and
Turns many into window shoppers
Observing the ever changing scenery.
Alas, the bus always crashes in the end,
with great drama, and usually some tears.
But all at once we are free to exit the bus
And play in the spring sunshine once again.
No longer do we tire, watch TV,
Read magazines, pay taxes or need.
Love is that thing which gives life and breath
To all that lives in this pasture.
Love imbues the spirit with being and hope.
It is the glue that holds the cosmos in place
And allows for creatures to be made
From the remnants of cosmic plasma
Cataclysmic explosions light-years past
Love can be seen in the face of a child,
The jump of the sea creature,
Sought out in satin glowing sunset
Heard in the song of the gentle birds
Or in the storm that replenishes the deep
All mountains, fields, creatures and man.
Love is a warrior set about to heal, reveal,
To make new until all is well
Until the hunger of time is stilled
Before the caressing voice of eternity.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Deep in Sleep - with audio
audio link
Deep in sleep, the dog's barking sound
Came down, down down
'Til I swam through the billowy pillows
And comforting blankets up and up
When I reached the surface and opened my eyes
The lightless room unfolded before me
On with my cap and armed with my shoes
I leaned down the hallway like a rubber balloon
Out through the crashing wood and metal doors
I plunged into the cold light of the starsiand
Drank in the refreshing clean pool of ether
Who or what had disturbed the frightened beast
He came to my leg and I looked down, scratching his head
Together we went to investigate our domain
Two silent shadows glowering and hovering by the
Long wrought Iron gate, one looking over, one under
Stillness calling, silence more, and then,
Like some castle drawbridge, the opening gate screeched
And we specters floated into the alley just beyond
Blue corridor and walls, black garbage bins, left and right
Nothing there in the night, nothing wrong, or right
So we retreated into our fortress with God's blessing
Clanging shut the rolling door, I reached down again and
Scratched once more the ever grateful asking canine
The four legged teddy bear seemed to say
Won't you stay a little longer and keep me company?
I strolled away straight and tall, having just saved us all
From dew, flora and crickets strong, happy for the moment's calm
Glad for the night's celestial heights
Warmed by the thought of sleeping family inside
Grateful for the gift of life
Swept up in the Creator's swirling dream
Deep in sleep, the dog's barking sound
Came down, down down
'Til I swam through the billowy pillows
And comforting blankets up and up
When I reached the surface and opened my eyes
The lightless room unfolded before me
On with my cap and armed with my shoes
I leaned down the hallway like a rubber balloon
Out through the crashing wood and metal doors
I plunged into the cold light of the starsiand
Drank in the refreshing clean pool of ether
Who or what had disturbed the frightened beast
He came to my leg and I looked down, scratching his head
Together we went to investigate our domain
Two silent shadows glowering and hovering by the
Long wrought Iron gate, one looking over, one under
Stillness calling, silence more, and then,
Like some castle drawbridge, the opening gate screeched
And we specters floated into the alley just beyond
Blue corridor and walls, black garbage bins, left and right
Nothing there in the night, nothing wrong, or right
So we retreated into our fortress with God's blessing
Clanging shut the rolling door, I reached down again and
Scratched once more the ever grateful asking canine
The four legged teddy bear seemed to say
Won't you stay a little longer and keep me company?
I strolled away straight and tall, having just saved us all
From dew, flora and crickets strong, happy for the moment's calm
Glad for the night's celestial heights
Warmed by the thought of sleeping family inside
Grateful for the gift of life
Swept up in the Creator's swirling dream
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
All Laid Out - with audio
audio link
So I stretched out still further
To beyond the event horizon
I closed my eyes
And was all laid out
On the seaside picnic table
The warm sun shone down
On my face
Like a giant floodlight
The weight of the sky
Pressed down on my chest,
Pinned my shoulders,
And flattened me
Against the bench
And was all laid out
On the seaside picnic table
The warm sun shone down
On my face
Like a giant floodlight
The weight of the sky
Pressed down on my chest,
Pinned my shoulders,
And flattened me
Against the bench
Wind rushed over my body
Like ocean waves
Running to and from the shore
Like ocean waves
Running to and from the shore
Pushing my soul
Further and further
Out to sea.
Further and further
Out to sea.
Seagulls slashed out
With shrieks
To rebuff all invisible threats
With shrieks
To rebuff all invisible threats
So I stretched out still further
To beyond the event horizon
There I wept
As I embraced those
Whom I had mostly forgotten
As I embraced those
Whom I had mostly forgotten
Faces so pure
That I wondered at
Their bright eyes
And soft complexions
That I wondered at
Their bright eyes
And soft complexions
Emotions flooded my soul
As I grieved
For not having seen
Their goodness
In too long a time,
While joy turned me
In riptide the other way
As I grieved
For not having seen
Their goodness
In too long a time,
While joy turned me
In riptide the other way
There we were, glimmering
Above the farthest stars
Dancing in a silent symphony
Above the farthest stars
Dancing in a silent symphony
No want, no desire,
No wondering of anything
Other than the celebration shared
Raised up
Like a spray
Upon the spiral universe
In peace and stillness
Against a tidal crown of love
Then, an unseen hand
Waved a wind upon all,
'Til like sand in the Sun's warmth
No wondering of anything
Other than the celebration shared
Raised up
Like a spray
Upon the spiral universe
In peace and stillness
Against a tidal crown of love
Then, an unseen hand
Waved a wind upon all,
'Til like sand in the Sun's warmth
We flew away
In currents and eddies
Sparkling in the light,
Each settling back
To the place
Of his or her belonging
In currents and eddies
Sparkling in the light,
Each settling back
To the place
Of his or her belonging
Some to the heavenly
Waters above
And I to breathe
At the ocean's door
Waters above
And I to breathe
At the ocean's door
On the bench
By the shore,
My cheeks streamed
With salt water
By the shore,
My cheeks streamed
With salt water
My heart not knowing
How to stop
Though it be
Not right to say,
All that I am
Would rather stay
Raised above
With those I've loved,
Than here,
Laid out
In breezes,
On this day.
In memory of my Parents, David Horton and many others.
How to stop
Though it be
Not right to say,
All that I am
Would rather stay
Raised above
With those I've loved,
Than here,
Laid out
In breezes,
On this day.
In memory of my Parents, David Horton and many others.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Cloudy Waves - with audio
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Little soldiers pass me by
Sometimes near then far away
Sometimes near then far away
Colored cotton balls parade
Then fade in shades from memory
Then fade in shades from memory
Melting nights becoming days,
Blessed sands of cloudy waves
Blessed sands of cloudy waves
Coursing life, caressing stances
Long romantic loving glances
Long romantic loving glances
Humming home of warm exchanges
Execute perfected chances
Execute perfected chances
A hello and then goodbye advances
Nested within these ancestral branches
Nested within these ancestral branches
Drumbeat strikes the pond in phases
Rippling on to other places
Rippling on to other places
Rock to rainbow in mortal faces,
Shown in pages' ancient phrases
Shown in pages' ancient phrases
Falling through canopied heavenly plains
Raining down in cloudy waves
Raining down in cloudy waves
Beautiful hands create, purposefully alive
Drawn out, set about, thus to tame the tide
Drawn out, set about, thus to tame the tide
Onward launch, upon the harrowed ride,
From birth to death, on to other side
From birth to death, on to other side
Drink up babes, of mother’s love and life,
With sunshine, groom and gentle bride
With sunshine, groom and gentle bride
Slowly, softly goes the way of life,
Creature, toil, honey, strife
Creature, toil, honey, strife
Curious angels gaze upon the spell
As we go along our dance so well,
Busy children wife and knave
As we go along our dance so well,
Busy children wife and knave
Dreams wrapped up in cloudy waves
Breezes blanket the colored meadows
One by one each little poppy bellows
Blossoming bee and butterfly nectar
One by one each little poppy bellows
Blossoming bee and butterfly nectar
Exuberant kisses of blissful ardor
Laboring month of Maying lovers
Embracing happiness in one another,
Embracing happiness in one another,
Oh song of joy and sadness
To thee we are as slaves
To thee we are as slaves
Each cup that passes from vine to lips
Drinks up this crowd of days,
Drinks up this crowd of days,
And Washes the sun and moon away,
Weeping tears of splendid lights arrayed,
Far above the cloudy waves
Weeping tears of splendid lights arrayed,
Far above the cloudy waves
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