30 October 2006

shadow of the birdhouse

warm the day but that is no surprise
sharp clear the light almost to tears
i sit and think and rub my reddened eyes
wondering if it was worth all the years
look now the purple of the autumn bloom
for still and bright as crystal is the air
the illumated moment in this room
makes all that's past seem almost fair
what happened to the day i do not know
my body answers like a sluggish thing
the music's like a river in full flow
solemn yet sparkling with a future spring
let all that's true be beautiful for now
and all that's honest then let us allow

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