waking up singing four lines... (December 2003)
A tune of yore
is coming from a distance
through heavy dreams
of Tiger and his paw.
To tell of lore
and slowly its existence
in conscious seams
would nail me there in awe.
I've shied away
so long with sly resistance
to never slay
this tune in rhyming "care"
but when I dreamt of you
with grand persistence
that melody came through
erecting my hair.
So help me, dear!
Its beauty wants to comfort me.
You know just how
to guide me through the mud.
Avert my fear!
My poetry just loves to be
that daring. Now
it's written with my blood.
'cause every word
is surfing on a silver wave
just like a bird
is soaring o'er the fair.
You saw me through
this contest for the few and brave.
It really came from you -
My Londonderry Air!
Poetry by Caprice
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Written on 2009-04-18 at 18:58
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My Londonderry Air
(Music: obvious!)A tune of yore
is coming from a distance
through heavy dreams
of Tiger and his paw.
To tell of lore
and slowly its existence
in conscious seams
would nail me there in awe.
I've shied away
so long with sly resistance
to never slay
this tune in rhyming "care"
but when I dreamt of you
with grand persistence
that melody came through
erecting my hair.
So help me, dear!
Its beauty wants to comfort me.
You know just how
to guide me through the mud.
Avert my fear!
My poetry just loves to be
that daring. Now
it's written with my blood.
'cause every word
is surfing on a silver wave
just like a bird
is soaring o'er the fair.
You saw me through
this contest for the few and brave.
It really came from you -
My Londonderry Air!
Poetry by Caprice
Read 1015 times
Written on 2009-04-18 at 18:58
Tags Tiger Brave Wave
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