Keep On Shining

I look to the heavens
I see nothing new
stars whose names I do not know
they all remind me of you
brave lights in the darkness
a million years away
so far out of reach the only
thing to do is pray.

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Love is sweet
love is sad
love is the only thing
that makes what we call
life worth the living
it might be a promise
it might be a dream
it might be a memory
or even a scheme
but we have known
ever since our youth
that love is in fact the Truth

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

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Spider

Came home to the corpse
of a spider in the kitchen
legs curled in the air
in a spidery fetal position

There are no signs of foul play
from its size it could have died
of old age, so I wonder,
how long has it been
sharing my home?

And I think, could it have been
the victim of some larger and
more terrifying insect
even now lurking under the
stove, waiting for me to doze
off so it can pounce?

Not that I am a scairdy cat,
but maybe I should sleep
in the car for a day or forever

Prevailing

The prevailing winds prevail
the clouds pale gray in the moonlight
cast shadows on the phosphorescent sea
bright then dark then bright again
like the sorrows between life’s joys
the prevailing winds prevail

Barstool Tonight

Don’t let me die
in the gutter, dear Lord
with the cold rain washing my face
cats and rats sniffing around
that would be a terrible place

And don’t let me die
in a factory, Lord
on a cold dirty concrete floor
where they’d drag me outside
then forget my name
and go back and work some more

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
Get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
Lord, don’t let me die on this bar stool tonight

Don’t let me die in a super store, Lord
with strangers all gathered around
whispering and pointing, and trying
to hear what might be my last sound

Don’t let me die in my sleep, dear Lord
unnoticed and all alone
remaining undiscovered until
I quit answering the phone

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
but don’t let me die on this barstool tonight

Maybe in the arms of a lover, Lord
on a beach or by a pure waterfall
a little reminder on my way out
of the beauty of it all

As Always

Again the Night
shares the poorly
kept secret that the day
cannot be undone

As always her advice
is to get some rest
hoping and praying to make
a better job of tomorrow

By Lamplight

Gray days and misty nights
reading Eliot by lamplight
are not conducive to a cheerful mind.
 Damn, I’m ready for some sunshine.
September is too soon
for these wintry thoughts
of what we shouldn’t
and what we ought,
delicate clashes of yins and yangs
possible and impossible
pairs of opposites
just funhouse mirror images.
 The hell with that noise,
give me birds at the feeder,
a breeze rustling sun-kissed
leaves of red and gold
before they turn brown
and fall to the ground.

Blackest

The sky suggests tranquility
the nightbird sings, “we shall see”

Sometimes it takes so long to lose
you almost think you’re winning
until the dust finally settles
and you want to go back to the beginning

The pot swears the kettle is the blackest
the kettle doesn’t care
the kettle thinks it knows the truth
but is unwilling to share

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do with me
let alone another person
feeling like a little frog
some witch has put a curse on

The sky suggests tranquility
the nightbird sings, “we shall see”.