New Song
On a kind of morning
When nothing feels quite right,
Heart whimpers,
For what?,
It knows not
And guitar chords all sound false...
I felt a timid tug,
A pensive child with silly braids
Looked up at me.
What do you want,
Sunflower of my eye?
I want to run through meadows
Until I’m out of breath,
And fall into tall grass
To watch grasshoppers
Practice their acrobatic jumps
In noonday sun.
I want to climb the old tree,
Hide in the leafy branches
And wait for cat to join me.
The two of us are curious
How chickadees compose their trills.
As evening downed,
An urgent knock on window pane
My interrupted thoughts.
I opened to a restless guest
With eyes that beckoned.
Where to?
You ask too many questions,
Come!
The sail is set,
The boat is ready.
This night is ripe for harvest.
With nets of spider lace
We’ll gather ancient lullabies
Your grandmothers crooned
While gently rocking cradles by candle light.
At darkness’ change of guard
My sleep disturbed an apparition white
With crescent horn
She pierced the membrane of my dreams
And called
With voice familiar so
We have to go.
The black wolf tracked the scent,
He’ll take you up through mountain ridge,
Where inspiration sleeps,
But capturing it is your task.
Once prize is in your hands
The Golden Lion will rise again
To a brand new song,
A brand new day.
©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2022
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