PALE OF DAWN
THE HARVEST MOON
IS PAST
(AT LAST)
AND I AM
LOOKING EAST,
IN SEARCH OF THE
MEANING,
THE WAY I AM
LEANING
IN TOWARD THE LIGHT
THE TRAIL OF
THE LOST CHORD
A MEMORY SWORD
SLICING THROUGH
THE CONSCIOUSNESS
WITH LOVING
LIGHT
AND EMPTYNESS,
THE WORDS
AND RHYMES
THE BLESSED TIMES
THAT SPARK
MY SEARCHING
SOUL
ARE REACHING
OUT
TO FIND A SONG
THAT ONCE
REGAINED
CONTROL,
THE MASTER MAN
WITH PEN
IN HAND
WOULD GRAB
THE RING
AND PLAY
AND SING
ABOUT HIS PATH
TO SIMPLICITY
AVOIDING ALL
ETHNISCITY,
AND WHEN HE
TOUCHED MY
HEART,
I HEARD THE
DRUMS BEAT
MAKING LIFE
A BREAK SO
COMPLETE,
ONE THAT
STAYED INSIDE
TO SMILE AND HIDE,
AND ALL THESE
YEARS
THROUGH JOY
AND TEARS,
THE SEARCH
HID IN MY SOUL,
WAITING THERE
FOR TIME
TO SHARE
BUT OFTEN
OUT OF REACH,
I’D HEAR A TUNE
OR LYRIC SWOON
THAT SLIPPED
AWAY
BEFORE THE DAY
WHEN LOVE WOULD
PLAY A ROLE
OH SO SWEET:
MY MUSIC MAN
AND STEADFAST
FAN
STEPPED IN
TO PLAY THE TREAT,
HE RECOGNIZED
THE BITS AND
PIECES
THE PUZZLE
IN MY BRAIN,
HE KNEW THE
SOURCE
AND FOUND
A COURSE
TO OPEN UP
THE DOOR,
AND THERE IT WAS
THAT TROUBADOR
WHO ONCE
GAVE ME A THRILL
COMING BACK
AND RIGHT
ON TRACK,
I PUSHED THE
BUTTON PLAY,
AND LISTENED
TO THE MEMORY
THAT CAME ABOUT
THAT DAY,
FOR HE HAD BEEN
AT ODDS AND ENDS
JUST LIKE ME
BACK IN HISTORY,
WAITING FOR
A BRILLIANT
SUN:
A MESSAGE THAT
HAD JUST
BEGUN,
THE PUREST
LOVE
THE BRIGHTEST
LIGHT
THE TIME TO
CARE
AND WORK
AND SHARE,
HE RODE
THE BEAST
AND FOUND
MY SOUL,
RISING HIGH,
LOOKING EAST!
©JW WINSLOW 8/1/19