I chased a bird that flew

I chased a bird that flew

Far away and above

For an instant, it was

The center of my love

And it left me the sun

That fell below the line

And rose in the morning

To say again, not mine

We are far from the start

We are far from the start

Never thought it would end

As we turn this corner

Our tail and head won’t bend

And so we leave behind

The years, the days, the looks

Glances at each other

Now pages in closed books

We’re not as we once were

We’re not as we once were

Time, distance and time zones

Have kept us far apart

Yet something in our bones

Knows no separation

My heart tugged from your pull

It broke when yours broke and

And filled when yours was full

Time to celebrate but

Time to celebrate but

I'm a party of one

Yet the land has joined me

With the sky and the sun

The birds are delighted

They are singing along

Flying and perching while

The wind whistles its song

Is this a scratch or wound

Is this a scratch or wound

Am I close to the bone

Should I scream out loudly

Or just whimper and moan

Trying to find the deep

Nearer to the marrow

Where the World opens wide

Through an entrance narrow 

No longer relevant

No longer relevant

Pop culture doesn’t pop

Failing to stay current

With the cream of the crop

Being viewed as ancient

My time has come and gone

A fossil, a relic

A long forgotten dawn

Always a narcissist

Always a narcissist

With the havoc you wreak

Thinking Life without you

Is hopeless, pointless, bleak

Your love is not given

Unless strings are attached

But look this puppet walks

Once the strings are detached

Always at this corner

Always at this corner

The World is before me

The future is on hold

Patiently and kindly

Waiting for ships to pass

Fulfilling commitments

Before making a turn

Resuming existence

Preparing for the worst

Preparing for the worst

Every gray cloud, a storm

Each pollinating bee

Part of a larger swarm

An expert in ruins

The path taken is cursed

In every direction

And all soap bubbles burst

Where have all the words gone

Where have all the words gone

The tide is out, the moon

Is holding on too long

No sign of a typhoon

Where’s the rich and fertile

Low hangers on the tree

Staring at the barren

The void, the missing sea

All coming to an end

All coming to an end

Mother, father, my aunt

Our aging cat, the day

Unstoppable, a can’t

Generations passing

Days hardly worth noting

Enjoy the nothingness

That’s something worth quoting