| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 7 |
| The Birdbath In a garden of flowers, Like yours or like mine; There stands a lone birdbath Of magical design Around the thin basin, Strange things are found there Fixed in the stone Both wondrous and rare There are gemstones From Persia And a little glass goose And an Indian nickel That�s starting to come loose A cup ear from China A blue bottle from France A shell from the ocean And scissors that dance With morning�s first sunlight And the grass filled with dew You�ll find them there dancing A one step. Its true! As the birds sing their birdsongs And the crickets lend a beat There�s a tap-tap-tapping Of tiny tin feet! The gems stones shine brightly And cup lends an ear The shell hums the ocean To add atmosphere And the flowers applaud them And the goose gives a cry And the nickel � a Heads Up! And blue bottle just sighs�.. You have to come early To witness it all The fine celebration Of the birdbath ball |
| Byzantium I measure my hours in coffee breaks I measure the days in Usedtobe Allowance made for Wishitwas And Whatstobecomeofme. Through the frost of mind�s eye window Through the passage of the lonely heart Through the twisted path of an empty soul I slowly make my start I�m moving to a far off land someday Where the sun is warm and kind Where life gives off a jasmine scent And is dripped in Byzantine But first this wall, This wall of words Over it I must climb I cut myself on the consonants The vowels are slippery rhyme And so another coffee break And another Usedtobe I close my eyes and imagine The shape of my Yettobe. And then I pray a little prayer That soon I�ll make it so Scale the wall and hit the ground And to Byzantium I will go�. |
| Stillness I�m feeling so St. James Infirmary All humid and blue Need to find a little stillness Yes, I need a little sip of you. |
| The Sea of Me I�ve lost my sexton Forgotten how to navigate the stars My rudder is all but broken The soul is marked with scars And here I linger aimlessly In this gloomy sea of me Its time to get me back on course And sail a different sea So break out the oars boys quickly Dip them down on either side Avoid the sirens of self pity And that coral reef called pride Make for the straits of Willbe And beyond the mists of Mine I�ll find the world outside myself And I know I�ll be just fine. |
| Slippery When Wet A simple and specific thing Defined by space and time Measured in punctuation marks Paced in broken rhyme Blue print of the universe An omen of the Yet A visionary�s imagery �Slippery When Wet� |
| A Taste of Stillness A taste of stillness Sweet ambrosia to a worried mind Smokey Cognac for a weary soul Drink it in sips and savor Each tingling little second A gift not to be wasted.. |
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