Enchantment
He sang:
The singer could not hear the song he wrote
Singing inside of my head.
I listened for birds in the wind out the window,
Wandered so slowly, repaired
By the sound I heard coming from nowhere at all.
Like a shadow in sunlight showing its leaves.
Like a promise dying in a hesitant cough.
Like the dance that ends in the night.
He sang
Like he knew no one was listening,
Like the rain on the porch in the dawn.
He sang for himself, for no one at all,
The trees knew that autumn’d gone by.
I could hear ever phrase as he left it out
Rhyming with words he could not hear.
I laughed with him late into the darkness
Before everything sunlight betrayed us.
Everything’s mist when you’re far out at sea.
It’s dream when you think you’re asleep.
It’s tomorrow when today is only a preamble.
It’s memory when you’re not in your life.
I heard him sing and I knew I was alive.
And yet I was lost in the words once again.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/01/2022 05:53PM by petersz.
this rocks. not meant as a pun but literally. loved it.
Thanks, Sherry. You should read Wallace Stevens' "The Idea of Order at Key West."
amo,
Peter
Nicely done, Pete, it's good to be in tune with nature. I can certainly relate to this.
Les