This piece is inspired by my poetic family and dedicated to those who need a chilled glass of wine after a week of paying Peter so Paul can carjack ya. I'm feeling mellow(or is that fatigue).
Anyhoots..let's pour some wine. Kool?
Far away,
I hear an echo of anticipated lonliness,
it doesn't have to come to this,
if you believe in me as I trust in you
Near to me,
late evening rain drops tap stacatto melodies,
rhythmic lulls followed by bursts of intensity,
very much like the life we live
Can we find a place,
where traces of memories don't replace
but flavor the taste of a word,
dripping in sweetness,
Can we insist,
that the powers that be stop the world on its axis,
so even tough we are far away,
we are oh, so very near
Far away,
there is a thread being woven into a poetic tapestry,
and a heart once torn is now experiencing the revere,
of spirits dancing in the false light of a new dawn
Near to me,
I hear a voice very much like your own,
saying come in from the cold, welcome home,
you never have to walk alone again
Like a celestial body,
piercing the silence of space,
voices recorded in the heavens can not be erased,
and petty pursuits become insignificant at best,
when a commune of hearts manifest a destiny
and shout though we are far away,
when we are vibing like this it feels so very near
Far away,
there is a song bird pollenating daisies planted in an urban park,
and the month of June regales a baby skylark,
with tales of a young lion prepared to roar
Near to me,
the Delaware River flows placidly,
and a lady who is love forces angry men to feel a little more brotherly,
in a city founded by a Penn, or is that a quill
Does a winter feel that much colder Far North,
do earthquakes play with Lost Angels for sport,
and if so,
why do we feel the glow
of brotherly love and sisterly affection,
though we are far away,
the spirits that dance in the twilight
are so very near