Do these delicately arranged
words still remember
how to talk?
Stich together scattered phrases
then fall apart and run amok
Can they still take
wild flights of fancy
and tickle the brightest star?
Take one look at the bewitching moon
and crumble in a dazzling shower
I want to know if they can still seduce you,
into an amoral dance.
Spin you into the wanton sunset,
then fold up and break the trance
Don’t they remember courting
the reticent night?
Until the morning light…
Can they still draw music
from just a stick and stone?
I wonder if they’ve been numbed into silence
or simply lost their way home.
I’ve seen the motley shades of the sky
I’ve seen a little birdie learning to fly
I’ve seen the night steal over the sun
On a dreary winter afternoon
I’ve seen the sunkissed mountain peaks
I’ve seen caged animals trying to speak
I’ve seen a raging storm’s black dress
Fade away into nothingness
I’ve seen the azure waters of the sea
I’ve seen squirrels prancing on a tree
I’ve seen the mesmerizing sultry moon
Liven up even the most melancholy tune
I’ve seen some of nature’s prettiest sights
Sanguine mornings and dreamy nights
Masterstrokes of God’s skilled brush
That no evil in the world can touch
In every little thing there’s beauty to be found
All i have to do is to look around