It’s been years since I’ve seen the snow
and all along what with it goes
Friends asunder disclose their ways
while chanting songs of better days
Grown up closer to the distance
understanding stories that fed us
Longing to believe it will all turn out okay,
what solace is knowing we were right anyway?
A jester and patrician
would love to live their lives together
but for magic wishing
the world is not enough
Feed through shattered glass, this too shall pass
like winds of enlightenment blowing right through me
Need the artifacts absent what was lost
Entropy conceptual belies change actual
Winter death and winter dream
both coalesce in unity
Sometimes the rusting links we pull
bear more weight than our losing loads
Complex heads make simpler plans
discordant with such harmony
Untitled odes to ghosts of old
promise remains from sea to snow
Sometimes a handshake grows into heartache
Knowing the pattern does not exempt the bearer
Some greens survive the desert through a shrouded patch of rain,
fortitude internal discovered….
A jester and patrician
would love to live their life together
but for magic wishing
the world is not enough
Brothers of never still flock together
Children of bad weather repudiate
So far our stories are writ in bone with heartbreak
When we finally move past morning we’ll allow our stones to sun-bake
Years from now a face will rise I once predicted lost to time
I know now as I did back then my sole doctrine’s ruling demise
The certainty of unpredictability sounds certainly lovely
And I’ll remember guessing forward, hoping that I’m aiming homeward
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I wrote this about five years ago. When I started a band, I performed it as a song–well, me and four other people performed it. But I like it just as a poem also.
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