I hear a bird’s song
I look to see where he is
Then I see sweet bird
His song is music
His notes bring joy and sweet glee
I am happy now
He flies away, then
I am alone with my thoughts
I wonder once more
I hear a bird’s song
I look to see where he is
Then I see sweet bird
His song is music
His notes bring joy and sweet glee
I am happy now
He flies away, then
I am alone with my thoughts
I wonder once more
better next time
I know it’s ok
I know it’s fine
I know you’re out there
It’ll be better
next time
one leaf
on the water
shiny happy
colors change
so do we
autumn’s here
slow droplets
but more will come
dropping faster
hanging branches
caressing the river
swish swash
someone
sweetly sailing
upon the ripples of life
blessed blissfully
ducks on shiny lake
sweetly sailing
upon the ripples
blissfully blessed
Lazy, tired, easy water
Slow green color
Slowly moving
Past me
I become
A leaf or a branch
That is hanging just within reach
Of lapping murmuring water
That now
And
Again
Quenches my thirsty surface…
Drops
Fall back
Into the
River
Only to be lightly splashed
Back
Onto a welcoming me
Longing to have such
Light spray
On
My
Parched
Soul…
I go back in the past
And open the window
And let in a hot sweet West Indian night
I take a handful of air
And cover my face
And feel so good, so fresh –
Lemon and jasmine
It must be with a touch
Just a touch of longing
For sweet frangipani
of my tired soul
Just a bit more,
I reach out into
The dark night of my soul
And take another handful
Before I open my eyes
And
Close the window
To the warm West Indian night