OUR SONG
Our song played in my mind today
in the clearing after the storm.
Words declared,
on the day of birth or rebirth
if you will-
Because freedom screams
from inside the womb
and the womb, yearns-
It bleeds,
It wants to be filled
with some form of grace and love
but true love,
doesn’t resist itself.
It doesn’t run further away
from the whole
or create a hole-
It lives inside the known silence,
in and behind the eyes
in those spaces between long talks
and miles reached
beyond bodies-
Silence whispers,
in soft folds and intervals.
But the truth,
the way,
the reality,
in depth of purpose and word
takes no effort but to simply,
soulfully be-
You’ll see the writing because
you always get the message
and you already know,
“Changes are shifting outside...”
Changes are shifting inside
because being inside,
bares more fruit than what’s left
on the vine.
It’s supposed to be safe even
inside the revolver.
And now,
there are no more demons
because my heart has bled enough.
The difference now is only sound-
Our song played in my mind today
and then I saw her-
She sang from behind her eyes,
from inside her red-belly tale
she said, “No more, I love you’s...
the language is leaving me...
No more I love you's...
Changes are shifting outside the words..."
- Tiny Poet, 7.15.2018
Tribute to Annie Lennox
in the clearing after the storm.
Words declared,
on the day of birth or rebirth
if you will-
Because freedom screams
from inside the womb
and the womb, yearns-
It bleeds,
It wants to be filled
with some form of grace and love
but true love,
doesn’t resist itself.
It doesn’t run further away
from the whole
or create a hole-
It lives inside the known silence,
in and behind the eyes
in those spaces between long talks
and miles reached
beyond bodies-
Silence whispers,
in soft folds and intervals.
But the truth,
the way,
the reality,
in depth of purpose and word
takes no effort but to simply,
soulfully be-
You’ll see the writing because
you always get the message
and you already know,
“Changes are shifting outside...”
Changes are shifting inside
because being inside,
bares more fruit than what’s left
on the vine.
It’s supposed to be safe even
inside the revolver.
And now,
there are no more demons
because my heart has bled enough.
The difference now is only sound-
Our song played in my mind today
and then I saw her-
She sang from behind her eyes,
from inside her red-belly tale
she said, “No more, I love you’s...
the language is leaving me...
No more I love you's...
Changes are shifting outside the words..."
- Tiny Poet, 7.15.2018
Tribute to Annie Lennox