A song, not sought, intruding
Robbing my fairy dust–my happy thoughts
A song, stomping loud and robust upon my clear-lighted soul until I sense her fading
She hovers over me, a dancing bonnet blowing farther away upon wind’s translucent billows
What a blue, warm haven she is upon my head?
Not too far beyond grasp! I hope!
She is there, beneath sun’s warming fire and over earth’s gentle stone
A song stomps upon my soul, kicking and swinging should I turn it’s volume down
For surly hungered a song laying waste my faith must be
I ignore it, pulling it’s dark harp strings from the bow
Illusive to my touch
A careful binding, like leather to paper stacks
Ripping FREE! Like wave lengths loosening their grip on ocean floors
Waves dash and break through open sky whilst kissing sun’s streaming, burning rods
I chase my bonnet through sunsets setting ablaze orange glades of brass
Catching her blue hues of warmth beneath the sun
This is my soul, my heart’s hearth, and warming wisdom upon my head
Dressed my bonnet, simple and fair