I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
......
What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
......
A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence!
Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!
And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence
a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.
Creatures of stillness crowded from the bright
unbound forest, out of their lairs and nests;
and it was not from any dullness, not
from fear, that they were so quiet in themselves,
......
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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It was midnight when I heard the tune
The tune that had lived in the flute that had lived in you
It has been ten years since I saw you
But it's almost like you never left.
The remnants of your lyrics and the edges of you tune have trailed the earth with me like a sore thumb
Tracing the path of my feet and hands
Feeble fingers working holes
Soft lips pressing gently for you to sing
For you to sing this melody to me.
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I was aspiring to be a professional dancer, which had long been my dream,
As rogue planets head out on their own, from the stars that reign supreme.
I was awash in unbounded enthusiasm, like yellow sunshine's fresh sheen,
Or premier, perennial days of springtime, the time all is budding and green.
But, despite my unfailing readiness, I had a likely insurmountable problem,
In the fact that my dancing was mediocre, artless to the beat of the drum.
Though this was somewhat discouraging, I continued practicing and trying,
......
Music You Were
Music You are
As a Kid, You Were
And still now you are
What would I have been without your wings so strong
Like thunder in my head
You made me fearless and bold
Oh, my dear friend, so beloved
Soft and melodious, you are
......
Every key your soft gentle finger tips touch
every note, filled with so much of your passion, angst, weep,
your guffaw,
and your giggles
they taste sweet of yellow daffodils
and treacly like the honey from the summer bees
they empty my soul leaving me keen on you
their smell introduces me to a world I want to know
a world of you
and watching you sitting there play
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I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.
Rosy days teemed with activity and planning, bold plans of runaway hours,
When striving, I failed to see all the sights, along paths of red sunflowers.
Many friends were musicians too, all of us eager, for soon days of triumph,
When we would stun like jubilant night, adorned in pearls and diamonds!
My family ever buoyed me up, as they wished for me my wildest dreams,
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