half-asleep I'm hearing
the soft and soothing flow
of water's musical soundtrack
in sleepy afterglow
nothing matters, nothing troubling
and that distant sound is nice
warm springs from hillside bubbling
through snow and thawing ice
blue morning came too early
into my chilly room
kiss the new day darling
from your cozy warm cocoon
and still this brook
is babbling, a semiconscious stream
waters from the highest mount
cascading into dream
still in semi darkness
wishing wake would go away
a pang of something, sadness
way too tired right now to pray
in my state, no words to utter
sensing he was ever near
wanted me to " simply listen, love
to living waters here"
moving water it's own music
crystal tones from babbling brook
if my ears could fish the woodlands
rushing rivers they would hook....
senses fully wakened wonder
what on earth that sound?
for you know there's neither mountain
nor a stream for miles around.
No resin fountains flowing
nor a pond with motored fall
only snow and none was going
far too cold to melt at all.
So I sat up rather quickly
could a pipe have rot and burst?
and my stomach feeling sickly
at the thought, and how my thirst
perhaps a water vandal
running down the bathroom aisle
best go check that faulty handle
it's been going for a while.
rising up, my ears were scoping
leaning head toward window sill
softly stepping toward the place
where it was playing for me still
And what would I discover
in the fir tree just out yonder
but a flock of bubbling blackbirds
in the branches and I ponder...
blackbird
babble in light of day
teach this broken heart to learn to sway
come what may
you became the water and my worries washed away....
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
half-asleep I'm hearing
the soft and soothing flow
of water's musical soundtrack
in sleepy afterglow
nothing matters, nothing troubling
and that distant sound is nice
warm springs from hillside bubbling
through snow and thawing ice
blue morning came too early
into my chilly room
kiss the new day darling
from your cozy warm cocoon
and still this brook
is babbling, a semiconscious stream
waters from the highest mount
cascading into dream
still in semi darkness
wishing wake would go away
a pang of something, sadness
way too tired right now to pray
in my state, no words to utter
sensing he was ever near
wanted me to " simply listen, love
to living waters here"
moving water it's own music
crystal tones from babbling brook
if my ears could fish the woodlands
rushing rivers they would hook....
senses fully wakened wonder
what on earth that sound?
for you know there's neither mountain
nor a stream for miles around.
No resin fountains flowing
nor a pond with motored fall
only snow and none was going
far too cold to melt at all.
So I sat up rather quickly
could a pipe have rot and burst?
and my stomach feeling sickly
at the thought, and how my thirst
perhaps a water vandal
running down the bathroom aisle
best go check that faulty handle
it's been going for a while.
rising up, my ears were scoping
leaning head toward window sill
softly stepping toward the place
where it was playing for me still
And what would I discover
in the fir tree just out yonder
but a flock of bubbling blackbirds
in the branches and I ponder...
blackbird
babble in light of day
teach this broken heart to learn to sway
come what may
you became the water and my worries washed away....
water wash my sad away
stand in stillness, listen to them pray...
all my days...
