Yesteryear
Yesteryear, well that friends
It's bout as clear as ..beer
And, this I know now that we have been through it
It has been murky as the lake on one of those mornings
That your sister screamed at the top of her lungs:
I DON'T DO DARK WATER I don't either, sis
Just whiskey and rum,
but those can hardly be compared to the murk of this fall lake
filled with fallen leaves
prisms in their cracking veins
A clear morning once told me the truest truth:
Wait for love,
wait for it
and show that you are waiting by focusing on something that sets your soul on fire
It, this dewey daylight beginning,
breathed the truth into me
I said, briefly,
I spoke in a voice sounding like butterfly's wings
speak to me more
I begged! The morning was silent
So sipping on murky morning coffee,
I breathed in a truth I knew also
The voice that spoke with the morning wind
Came from within