| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 12 |
| Sad Eyed Queen The sad-eyed queen In the house of cards Waits for the walls to cave in. She sits there silently wondering About the how, and about the when~ IF is no longer an option Her fate has already sealed Only a matter of time She has seen the signs In her sad eyes there revealed The sad-eyed queen In the house of cards Hears the hint of a North Wind blowing It will soon be here, And take all that�s dear, And leave nothing in its going |
| A RUSSELL SQUARE DITTY Albrecht Albrecht I saw you there! In a long glass case off Russell Square I must say, that I never knew Work so small, didn�t have a clue Jesus in robes and halo there Shining through his long fine hair Oh such detail and such fine line A Tiny woodcut cut, cut sublime! Work done so well so long ago But I must ask you - did you know That it would be here in front of me At the dawn of the 21st Century? And next to you, your countryman No good at names; no good at whens� He�s not as good either -cross hatch is too wide But within his work I can see his pride And the joy of a man who struggled long there Then mastered the art of the knee in the air The calf of the leg is twisted just so That I may admire the man�s big toe. Around the corner, Madonna and child The pose quite typical, the effect quite mild But again, tiny hand thrust forward to me Foreshortened just right, for my eyes to see Tiny fingers curled down and the palm of the hand Curved into the wrist..Yes, that was his plan�. I wonder if he thought this one was the best Better than all of the foreshortened rest A scholar could tell me, I suppose he would know But I liked that man with the big black toe�. |
| Faux Reserve Enchanted forest of faux reserve A grin in the shadows behind Lurking there beyond the stare Of a fine and clever mind. |
| SO MUCH SADNESS There is so much sadness We measure it in mundane chatter We paint it in with all the colors of ordinary To mute the intensity of its glow Thinking it will subside It will go away It will take another form After all there�s that silver lining isn�t there? Rationalize Patronize Hide But in the end the sadness keeps coming back like a numbing Tooth ache/headache/heartache Slow and measured and relentless In the pursuit and destruction Of fleeting joy |
| Tree of Sorrows My love is like a tree of sorrows Its roots go deep into the rocky heart That deep, dark part of my soul That knows not words That has no voice My love is like a tree of joy I cradle you in my arms My rustling leaves Of love surround you Speaking in ancient tongues My love is like a tree of life The giving and taking Season upon season Through harsh and mild Enduring all�.. |
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