ONE VOICE
THE WIND BLOWS
IN MY EARS,
WHILE DRAMA
PASSES
THROUGH
THE BRAIN
IT CATCHES
ALL THOSE YEARS,
THE ONES WHERE
TIMES WERE
BRAVE AND COOL,
AND MAYBE
EVEN
SUNDAY SCHOOL,
AND IN BETWEEN
THE PHOTO SHOTS
THE MEMORIES
DOWN
THE COMPLEX PLOTS
THE YEARNING
GROWS
FROM FAR
WITHIN,
THE SPIRIT
OF A SONG
THE WAY YOU
FEEL
AS MORNING BREAKS
AND GOD HAS
COME ALONG,
WHEN FINALLY
WE SEE THE SUN
APPEAR AS IF
A DREAM
ITS BEEN SO
LONG
SINCE HEAVEN
SENT
SOME KIND OF
MAKEUP SCHEME,
BUT ONCE MY
TOES HIT
SMOOTH
WET SAND
AND THE LIGHT
PLAYS ON
MY FACE,
IT’S ONLY JUST
A MOMENT’S TIME
BEFORE I WILL
EMBRACE
THE EERIE TONES
THE WAILING SOUNDS
THE WORDS THAT
RISE UP FROM
THE GROUNDS,
AND I AM OFF
AND RUNNING,
CUTTING CORDS
AND SLASHING
SWORDS
ACROSS THE
ICY WAVES,
MY THEMES
BEGIN
THEIR PLAYLIST
DREAMS
WHILE I WILL
LEARN TO
DANCE,
THE RHYTHM
GOES A STEADY
BEAT
MAKING TIME
FOR MY FEET
TO FIND A SHELL
OR TWO,
AND SING THE
WORDS
BLAZING
ACROSS THE
SKIES
LIKE
SOARING BIRDS,
I HEAR THOSE
VOICES
LOUD AND CLEAR
THE ONES
THAT DROVE ME
TO THE BRINK
THAT SCANDALIZED
AND MADE ME THINK,
WITH TEARS
RELEASED
THAT NEVER CEASE,
BUT NOT AT
SORROWS DOOR,
YET INSTEAD
WITHIN MY HEAD
THE EAGLES COME
TO SOAR,
ROLLING BACK
FROM ONE EYED
JACKS
AND BANJOS
FULL GALORE,
AND DESPERADO
SITS UPON MY
SHOULDER,
ALWAYS WILD
AND SOMEWHAT
BOLDER,
REMINDING ME
TO HIGH DEGREE
THAT TIME’S A
FLYIN’ BY,
LOOK WITHIN
AND PLAY
TO WIN,
BEFORE YOU
SAY GOODBYE,
REALIZE THE
SECRET HOPES
HELD WITHIN
YOUR DREAMS,
THE LONELY DAYS
OF YESTERYEAR
DISSOLVE WITHIN
THE STREAMS
LEAVING ONLY
SWEET GOODBYES,
AIN’T IT TRUE
HOW TIME
DOES FLY…
©JW WINSLOW 3/1/19