The droning symphony

The droning symphony

Of the fall cicada

And the departing flight

Of geese from Canada

And in the slanted light

Last days of summer raid

Like the start of past tense

When memories are made

My dream is young

My dream is young

But now I’m old

Songs left unsung

No longer bold

Can’t manage time

Perhaps I’m weak

By choosing lines

That need no tweak

I am falling under

I am falling under

A wave I cannot cross

When I try to break through

My strength is at a loss

I look for the seashore

The light, the sun above

My eyes slowly closing

Black birds that once were doves

Cover me, my ocean

My grave is but the sea

I breathe water only

No air is there for me

And when the light was mine

And when the light was mine

And I had kept the flame

You only blew and then

And then the darkness came

And did you need to feel

That eyes that are so blind

Could but only cry out

Cry out for you to find

And did you need to feel

The fear perhaps my light

Could shine so far beyond

Beyond your furthest sight

Ugh this ugly head

Ugh this ugly head

This tenth anniversary that towers

The sky without planes

And the tragic loss of gentle flowers

We’re not free of threat

Remember sunny Tuesday up in smoke

We will not forget

How the twenty-first century awoke

Be intimate with you

Be intimate with you

With words I touch a nerve

To find the infinite

To make your lifeline curve

Gentle like fireflies

Yet make the fire roar

To crash my ocean wave

Against your open shore