14/08/2012

Slush Fool

(This one always seems to be best in the summer, perhaps it's the contrast of the thought of quiet winter in the midst of a busy summer day. An old poem from some years back.)



Slush Fool

He never liked me singing
He never took to my wings
So I sit on the fence
To wait for those
Little crumbs in the snow

Melting into the green
Mushed up rain dreams
If I decide to fly
What will you do?

If I decide
I'm no slush fool

Winter discord in this place
Catch your breath and the icy trace
Of words freezing in the space
Opening up between us

Spring is the dream
Melting into the green
If I decide to fly
What will you do?


If I decide
I'm no slush fool


He never liked me singing
He never took to my wings
I think I'm about to fly
I think I'm about to sing

Deep Mystery


Swimming up on the shore
With my water wings
Scales falling from my eyes
I'm back to the tide line
To hear the sand sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
Is there where I see the sunrise?

The wild horses couldn't keep me in my grave
And I'm washed up and not feeling to brave
Guess then, I'm on my knees to pray
Come Neptune, be my king
Not drowning, jusy need to sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
And when we smile it'll be a sunrise

All our lives pour into the sea
And yet it still retains deep mystery