Words and Music by..

Wishing the what I write flow out in a musical stream

words floating on the waters of this my lyrical dream

as I sit here late in the night pondering over the plans

I have made in spite of my doubts which have come

round to the fruition as if I were the weaver before the 

loom finding the strings to pluck and begin this part

of the poet's tune.

Darkness might come and the world might come to

an end but as long as I find the voice inside of my

shiny black pen, I can tell you what I feel at this 

moment, I can turn the wheel of time, I have one 

more yarn that I can spin.

It's like dreams of running over the stony ground

like singing out my onomonopia with each foot

fall, thunder and sound.

It's like words and music by some artist whose

name I can no longer recall playing in my

memories like the motions of graffiti painted 

on the wall.

Now I exist in the second, time no longer needs 

to be in compliance as I reach up and out to the stars

and shout with exuberance:

At last, I understand the science of all that my brothers

tried to tell me, that my sisters died for so I could know 

what it was to stand in the sun and know that I am free.

It's like the dreams I have shared of flying out into the sky

it's like finding one more paradox upon which to claim

the metaphor on which I have declared

that the words and music 

that I have come by were recorded 

in all honesty.

I just wanted to share this song

it just moved me this week.