How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?
Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Churning, marching
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?
What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?
Angel
Sliding
Across familiar strings
And 'round
And down
To where,
To these ears
Seems hallowed ground
Singing softly about you
I love you
Over time you'll fly
Your grand wings and your tall crown
Keep them as my gift
After the long night
Of disappointing dreaming
The Good Song follows
Love it is
Don't say it isn't
Abandonment it became
Then followed fear
Oh, the prospect of life
Without me wrapped 'round you
Anger clouds
The very-present love
I had and I have and I'll have
Two chairs
Empty
Have been
Waiting
Too patiently
Amidst
Soft grass
Overgrown
Reaching upward
Hoping
To comfort
As the lightning bolt,
directed, truth will find me.
Anyway it must.
This
To pour myself into
My all of me whereto
There only remains
This
That
The taken away
Old ways of my days
My gratitude covers
That
I hope you continue crazy
You must, I say, you must!
I dare you to follow The truth
For if you don't, you'll rust.
Beneath you, keep your wheels turning
The traction of you inspires.
We need you, us dreamers
Yes, you!
Lest others snub out our fires.
I force myself
To go faster still
So I will outpace
The memory of you
You, who comes crashing in
As you wish
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