I saw that when the morning came
the light was chequered like a game we play
and dealt itself a winning hand
within the dealing of its day.
Although the lick of dawn was dry
against my skin
I then knew why
the ocean leaned up to the sky
and why the Albatross would cry
when wandering and
shy was the Man who saw the nakedness of nature in the raw.
Before the sunshine grabbed my coat
undressed me in its heat
I wrote
several melodies and upon each note
I placed a bloom,
a rose, and soon when in the final hours
when petal showered down and made the music sad
the stripes of candy bumble bees
came singing as if just trying to please
and me,
I was on my knees picking up the dead and dying
crying out to God
'tell me why'
and as if in answer
the ocean kissed the sky
the heavens fell and suddenly it seems that all is well
and circles, cycles, riding through and round the avenues
of when I'm blue
return and when in this roundhouse
tolling bells
or in the chapel house declining invitations to accept the rules of hell
I think that I may understand
or maybe I don't see at all and all I do is fall into the trap
where I keep on falling back
and the ocean's just a sack of..
well it doesn't seem to bother some
who sit and watch the Sun at play
some days it really is not my day
however much I try
I should just accept the medications
sit back in my corner
and begin to cry.