Have you seen
the proof displaced
lost belief just wandering
streets, touched past touching
quantums, atoms, molecules
streams as we are lead
in vapours wake
he goes
singing; grapevine broke my heart
let this troubleman be calm
no god, no good nor bad - just him
in mild european air
Real Magic is given to so few
watch closely and know
divine souls find their divinity
in everyone.
I’m the voice
and not the song
I am the voice
now listen on
I’m the choice
and not the wrong
don’t linger
like a tantrum son
I’m the voice
and not the song
I call you all
with mantra gong
I’m the wind
that batters on
no crown of singers
ambling gone
I’m the voice
and not the song
and now rejoice
I have this voice
and I am
strong.
I looked
to the funeral trees
and they looked dead like me
naked in this winter breeze
I turned
to the funeral trees
and they seemed black to see
wretched lost and born of thieves
I walked
to touch the funeral trees
and they stood firm in sombre creed
with sacred bond to spite the freeze
I fell
to lie among the funeral trees
and watched them change
and saw them grow
and soon I slept -
how gentle were
their pleas.
I dreamed
a hymn of funeral trees;
Come summer, come now please -
and time is now,
to unfurl
leaves.