Tag Archives: Song

First day of Spring

I passed a car blaring a latin dance mix
and found my feet tripping to the beat
as dogwoods laughed in the wind and
a red headed bird sang its soul to the sky

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Listeners, readers, finders of lost thoughts

There is always a place set for you at the table of humanity. Here we feast with all – the music makers, sword wielders, word smiths, lovers and politicians – the dreamers, dealers, doubters, passionate doers and delayers – the seekers of truth, liars, queens, princes, and paupers – the young, youthful, the old, frail and frightened – the mourners, merry makers, joy keepers and neglectors. Here we feast with all and it is up to us to find the conversations which delight us, eat and drink of the wisdom which most fills us, and toss the bones of our fears or freedom to the beasts of our past.

So, listeners, readers, finders of lost thoughts – spell weavers, singers, and painters of possibilities – be well to hear the things which give you joy and dampen out the clamoring mess with your songs.

Dream

Faces blur
motion ceases
moon grows
stars fall
and wishes turn
to dust
as you walk by
as you move through
the world

and they call you an unreachable
dream
unattainable
irresistible
impossible

but all it seems
to me
is an opportunity to follow
a chance to change my
direction
and a chance
to work out the fraction
of my broken hearts
into a moment
to great to be
yet
to be great

So faces go ahead an blur
motion stop on a dime
I got all the time
in the world
I got what no one else can see
I got what every one passes by
I
got
me
wait and see

::stomp my feet::
::get up feel a beat::
::put one foot forward::
::put the next one
forward::

I got this

a moment
fear holds
notions turn
doubt surfaces
and words fail
dried ink
as you walk by
as you move through
my world

and they call you an unreachable
dream
but… then…

I take your hand

I got this
So faces go ahead an blur
motion stop on a dime
I got all the time
in the world
I got what no one else can see
I got what every passer by
forgets
regrets
bleeds but
doesn’t give back

I
got you
and
a dream
has
me

 

 

 

Serenade in Mango

Serenade in mango

as you set upon emerald hills

stretching out in violet glory

your hands to touch the rills

Let not this moment last too long

for eyes quick to gray and weary,

be just a moment, breath of breaths

so memory will scarlet keep thee.

And should mine eyes close to soon

and sleep too quickly take me

in slumbers wait and colorless embrace

to rest beneath the maple,

Paint for me in stone edge’s long

this day of mango sets and rills somber song

The Joyous Song of Sagonige Gitlu

:: In honor of N. Scott Momaday (1934 – ) and his poem The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee::

I am a cloud on bluest sky
I am the brown of earth rolling hills
I am the bird rising, reeling, in the air
I am the light trailing shadow
I am the fire, lingering after embers
I am hawk, circling a day
I am a hand full of seeds
I am paint upon ancient walls
I am the coolness in the spring
I am the roaring of a flood
I am the glass through which you look
I am the direction that you took
I am the fox standing
I am the crow laughing
I am the blue jay guarding egg
I am the hunger of a young cub
I am the compass of all dreams
You see, I am alive, I live
I stand in good faith with Mother earth
I stand in good faith with the Gods
I stand in good faith beauty
I stand in good faith as daughter to Svnoyiehin
I stand in good faith to the son of Nvdoigaehi
You see, I am alive, I live
I am alive
I live