Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Birdsong

For what have I come
3 score and ten
I never wanted for pronouns
To describe my existence
But on this day after words
The Departed  float on the upright corner of the room
Smilingly softly
At  my  dreaming  nights
My questioning  days
And the strange pressure in my chest
That  hides the answer  

2013



And finally



Once there was  a  melody
I Played to death
When the body’s  energy traffic
finally found, the heart
And lyrically I swam in warm water
Floating with my arms open
And with a smile
 I knew




2013