The Synchronicity Song
Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’,
Never really thought it applied to me.
Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me!
Coincidence they’ll have you believe.
Each segment is a memory
Brought through the veil by synchronicity.
Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry
To summon forth my destiny.
There was this time I spent in the navy
When an old mariner with hands like bark
Took me to the planks of the Victory.
While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked
And we sang with the angels to be free.
How did I remember? How could I have known?
Two fore-guns brought the flagship down.
The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone!
Wrapped in secret song,
The synchronicity song.
Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour,
Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear,
Proof of my predictive powers
In the story told just minutes before
And we sang astronomically!
The number two revealed the past,
Natal chart already cast,
A voyageur to life, at last,
I sang a French River song,
The synchronicity song.
Eighteenth century New France,
Two young lovers in the throes of romance
Separated by the Montreal fire
Never consummated their burning desire.
Three hundred years later, two souls found,
Lives all twisted, love turned around,
Four people caught by destiny
The signs were all clear in astrology
All hearts witness tragedy
To sing the saddest songs,
This synchronicity song.
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