Some Magic Or Secret Known
i fiddled with the violin
and cried into the wind
zephyr blows into my face
the contact has me in
i tried to play a happy song
the tune turned me down
a minor step did me wrong
i wish to kiss your crown
i tried to lift my spirit high
the sacred sense just burned
my panic stayed right behind
no matter how fast i turn
not hungry at supper time
when prompted i relent
life and her gracious gifts
where has my staple went?
what ive lost i did not know
healing time still tells
surrounded by a drout and doubt
my cry can fill our wells
tired as the numbers spin
a clock and planets too
some time ago my star has fell
a wish did not come true
my, its fairly cold
just i and endless void
wish i had a helping hand
or loyal little droid
i feel this and then its gone
is it relative or real?
the passing waves particular
what if i never heal?
be patient, they say to me
this town is small,
the world also
moms wisdom helps me breathe
a changing state, no hill too high
adapt and overcome
playing safe, my chance escape
no pill will help this one
take the hit and settle in
maybe ill walk and ground
stumble by my funny side
where joy might still be found
or is it my wit?
playing with some minds
a rhythm, in my written
a pattern exercise
whatever i say
poems are play
exploring
i deeply reflect
once i get
a perfect set
the wording
helps me rest
pressing on im feeling right
some magic or secret known
the only path for broken hearts
is building one on your own
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