I listen to the music of my mind
Eternally mirroring those moments
unkind
The words that fail
In blows of gale
Of yes or no of doubts unsigned.
I walk so far from country soul
Judging the road or a rapid roll
The steps that haste
In sleepless rest
Of stony heart of a racing droll.
I sing a song of a lonely bird
Whistling pain of an erring nerd
The tune that splits
In lighted streets
Of grieving notes of a rural bard.
I whisper tales to rains and
spring
Passions tied to cluttered string
The dreams that weep
In gallows strip
Of losing nativity in urban bling.
Life traverses the time's way
Living needs to earn and pay
It runs and flees
From inner peace
Through shining black to a boring
grey.
(I wrote this decades back...nice to find it back from an old diary)
