A Silent Song

"A Silent Song" Mirror Mirror on the Wall Blessed or cursed Morning shave Coffee please Write a verse Remembers last night’s dream Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen Shoves it in his pocket Walks to work Sits at his desk Carries on as usual Chats on with the new study, he’s on a roll, softly flirts Quietly, silently, it always works Groundhog Day that’s the worst, Where’s the breaker to dive under it all Every now and then a Tempest is called for A heavenly thunderous squall Just to shake it up Move through the strung out long day pall Cover his mirror with her fog and all All the while He’s talking it up, little work day dramas Meetings minute cutlass pen thrust Business as usual, balls to bust Still underneath it all he’s thinking the stories frame by frame She whispers out of nowhere ethereal in his brain, “The best story is yet to arrive, it’s only the middle of the day… maybe some gold glitter, a Llama and a Toucan that sashays?” Empath on his knees by midnight He’s writing melancholic love songs The words are tight, verses short Not long, he’s thinking Turtle Doves and short skirts That won’t work… scrawls it out, writing’s gone with the wind, The best words for the story don’t take too long He listens to some music, thinks of her and sings a new song. Mirror Mirror on the Wall Dreams flourish dripping words black on white her familiar screen pounding faster like raging horses hooves and heart beats bleed vibrant colors mystic legions of wars and lovers a foreign sovereignty her mind and wily covers her pageantry Her eyes the windows of her world Wings beating flying free Cages broken, horses hooves hearts racing She follows him on another shore a dream by sea Praying prophecies Empath on her knees Two very different minds Free to be (Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018) Music/ Paolo Conte, "Sparring Partner" https://youtu.be/tzjdY5rmpCA