I wonder if you think of me
for like a ghost I hear your voice
a song that will not let me be
still whispers like a fatal choice
...
I knew the summer wind
and moonlight on the bay
and a girl with auburn hair
who took my cares away
...
when we were young you took my breath away
but now I know our love can never be
the heart yet follows where the passions stray
as I recall a kiss that set me free
...
I had to give up what I loved
I had no other choice
the place I loved was beautiful
I still can hear its voice
...
please bring me something to distract
from pain and ambiguity
from all the brutal things I see
and all the insincerity
...
moon, stars and fireflies
the moon is new
the stars are dim with mist
a firefly is blinking in the wet darkness
...
Precocious blooms
ignore the cold
and boldly
in the spring unfold
...
I've often said that I grew up
in a boyhood's perfect paradise
and here's a little bit of evidence.
If paradise has a water source,
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I watched a spider climb a wall,
I watched her crawl down again
and voices whispered for a call,
that's all there is for men.
...
Poetry does not sing songs.
It sadly lacks harmonic words
to merely mock the vibrant birds.
Music is a longing removed from living,
...