The ocean hums a mournful tune,
Beneath a sky of midnight hue,
And in the dark, the lighthouse stands,
A lonely flame in endless blue.

Its beacon sweeps the endless tide,
A pulse of light through mist and gloom,
But no ship sails these waters now,
Just shadows that the waves consume.

The keeper, in his weathered coat,
Leans by the window, cold and still,
His only friend the distant fog,
His thoughts as wild as winter’s chill.

He hums a song the wind once sang,
A tune of sorrow, love, and loss,
While waves crash on the jagged rocks,
And echoes of the past are tossed.

The lighthouse hums its ancient blues,
A song for those who wander far,
For sailors lost to endless seas,
And dreams adrift beneath the stars.

Langston Hughes
Wrote several blues.
Browns, reds, yellows, blacks & whites
Who love good writing appreciate his writes.

I woke up this mornin' feelin' like I couldn't lose.
Yes, I woke up this mornin' feelin' like I just couldn't lose.
I got outta bed and put on my blue suede shoes.

I ate me some breakfast, and I read me some Langston Hughes.
I ate me a good breakfast, and I read me some Langston Hughes.
An' I'm done readin' a lot of fake-*** mockin'bird news.

I'll probly find 'em tomorrow swimmin' in my *****.
O Lord, I'll probly find 'em tomorrow swimmin' in my *****.
But, thank you, Lord Jesus, today I done lost my blues.

Hey even though I  got 'dem Blues
Ya Mama still loves you
Cryin' I have all night long
Missin'  our  little love  song

Only you know how to thaw my Heart
Oh Daddy - Oh Daddy - yur so Smart!
Sing me Baby our Winter Song
That warms us Honey all Night Long.

(c)DLR
06/07/2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬

Saw an old man down by the riverside, lookin' 'bout half past dead/

Gave him two dollars and a penny, for to get a bottle just to cool his head/

Turned around to hand it back to me,  and I looked at him like he was mad/

Swept his gaze up to my eyes, and he gave a single shake of his head, /

Said "I've been here for a long while, and I'll stay until I'm good and dead,"/

"It's been a many year since I've sat here, and I'll stay 'til my kingdom come, /

I didn't know just what to say to that, so I asked, "Hey, mister, where you from?"/

He took a minute,  thinking 'bout everything,  and I thought he was dead/

Gave the biggest smile I have never seen,  and he turned to me,  and he said:/

"I come from over yonder, where the mountain starts, and the river ends"/

"The first thing I saw was the water; it'll be the last thing I see again, "/

"Yeah,  I came from the water, and if you see a friend of mine, "/

"Tell him he's still got a brother,  who won't let him get left behind..."/

The sun's still out my head's in the heels of my shoes
I'm surprised I can even dress myself

And though I stand here lonesome
I lift my eyes from the ground
upto those birds that spiral novel uncharted shapes in the blank sky.

Me I'm still bleeding I just don't get to bleed on you now
How lucky for us both
To look back and forgive and forget as we please  and bless sweet nothings in and out of nothingness and choose whether we could or couldn't care less
Nicotine laced condensation scratches the window too blurry to see anything but my face
Though I only see it from the outside when looking back
Jester-like like the black cat's white-outlined grin
before crying to be let in and out of the rooms as he pleases
I know you spend as you get but can't you account for anything at all?

     I'm nibbling my wrists those birds are all I've got to lick the wounds
And I can only care for them so long as they still want me to look at them

And you
You sit with so much on your mind have you really just nothing to say?

I've met you several times but we only spoke that one time, didn't we?

You just took a couple draws from my cigarette and we were both happy enough to leave it at that

If I saw you in the street I may assume the identity of my doppelganger
  I'd still like to call her over to mine someday if I were able to but that's not something I dwell on
You're just the reason I'm starving I wouldn't pay me no mind in your spot either
Sweet-thing

You aren't worthy of another promise I would've been happy if I could've only atleast had them left to keep
I'd rather crash literal breakneck speed before speaking to you again and you know that by now, don't you?

Fog falls light from small mountains it looks faint but it imposes it's presence to-be
threatening to cover our faces heavy enough to stain our clothes

It beckons those pretty birds to be among the first to rise and
be engulfed

I'm stuck to the ground sweetthing with my eyes falling back down,
My feet are heavy as stone but I can't afford to get tired waking up so late into the day.