In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.
Gnarled hand moves the pieces, so regal
As he plans fortuitous moves ahead.
No wonder how Time sits and waits
Patient: twisted branches overhead.
Reaching: draping its coolness
Unmoving design, just to offer and give
Wanting nothing in return
Wanting noth-thing in return.
Almost unseen in the park
A broken butterfly of dre-eams.
I join the solitary player
So undeterred: he opens the window
Such a clear, blue sky over me
And pierces right through the heart of me.
Three more pieces fall and leave the board
Wondering: I have grown cold, in a warp.
Blunt words, how they close the door!
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
He said: Are you alive?
Time rises tall, unleashes Truth wrapped
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Dashing too quickly through the Now
His green pupils fall into my lap....
And in the cloud-light, a tempest rages
Changing: galloping queen high on the southern wind
And lifts the dying breeze beyond.
Some steps cannot be undone
Choose: the path of the solitary player
Who chases not, yet moves at the speed of night.
Are you alive? ONE of us....is not.
In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.....
Star Toucher, 01 April 2013
Somewhat (erstwhile) drop-tuned sound, this one....inspired by song, "One of us is dead" by the Earlies.
Fabulous number...may sound a tad avant-garde for many, what with song title and theme....lol
And yet....... 'tis life for ya!
Are we alive...or merely existing?