The Soul’s Song
There’s a Song not yet writ
just beyond the final breath
of one last Ribbit...
won’t this stick?
or Fly far of it...
from sweet ambrosia slip!
To hover ’cross the canvas of the moon
as our Third Eye
... echoed...
in the wink of a owl
Asking “Whooo?” and: why?
Pinning you agape to the curtain of the sky
with a long singular stare...
There you’ll have to tip your hat,
and accept the finality of the fact
...you will have to play for a while
and pray for a while...
you’ll be staying here for a while
...pinned or unpinned
your note is fluttering in the wind
and like any other important document
it will be filed...
....you will be filed
Folded, smoothed
& sanded down
You will be filed
.............in Time
Roll your r’s where you are...
Roll your r’s from where you’ve been
Roll your r’s while you’re still rememberin’
Your melody will be strummed
from afar...
Feel it now... do you hear the call?
There in the cavity of your chest
the strings of your First
guitar...