Dreaming in the Dark
Here
Dreaming in the dark
A desire to reach out
And touch where she lay
There
Two rooms apart
A universe to go
Yet silence only comes
Failure makes a friend
And sticks close by
True to the very end
While coffee fills the pot
Daylight staggers in
Ahead around the bend
Words
Arrive and then they go
None seems to work
They come here for the show
Pain
Never one to grieve
Holding it together
Trying to believe
posted by Harry | 9:05 PM
12 Comments:
As I read this the lyrics to "Sleeping at the wheel" by Roy Harper (Poet and Songmeister), came to my mind unbidden. Just thought I would share them....
"Through the window
Just a wall
Shapes are forming
Blackbirds call
Early morning spirits
Moving hands
Tick-tocking ages
In the half-light of the still
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
in the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
reaching for oceans before us
for us to feel
together, tonight
Playing eagle
firing eyes
ever willing
sweet surprise
Welling in the belly
Of their chase
Tracing out the angel
In the half-light on your face
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence,
in the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
reaching for oceans before us
for us to feel
together, tonight
Then suddenly
I hear you say
"Time to get up
It's gone midday,
Cup of tea love"
And I realise
I must have dropped off
drifted into dream before the lark
yielded to the ether of our secret world
in the dark"
I won't pretend to be an expert on poetry, but I enjoyed this. The words were able to make me think and associate with my own thoughts while I lay down
Does she have you sleeping on the couch again?
thought provoking....I likes!
If what I throw together brings a songmeister to mind, I be surprised and honored both. Thank you, Fractal Cat.
That is the nicest compliment, Janus (although I don't pretend to be anything more than a low-down poet).
James, what do you mean, "again"?
BTW, I am trying to rig up a camera to get shots of the ants who visit my hummingbird feeders. It also attracts wasps.
(Folks, check out the video at James' blog...click on his name to get there)
Deceptively, simple, Harry, yet with a well of dark meaning behind it. I find myself asking questions, wanting to know just what brought these thoughts on. Well, I was always the nosy one...
It is too like my own poetry (such little as I attempt) for me to judge. I'll let the blessed Ned do that. ;)
I checked out James' hummingbird video - wonderful! It even gives me an idea for a post. Thanks. :)
It's a fair question, Gone. The answer is also simple yet, like life, more complicated. It was dark, and I felt that mood.
Now, a more revealing simple answer is that I steal ideas, and I always admit it. Last week I was lucky enough to catch a PBS special featuring Pink Floyd. Hear the influence from Us and Them?
And now you go and pilfer James' hummingbirds. Hah! I can hardly wait. :p
Borowing, Harry, it's called borrowing. And Floyd should be honored if you choose to borrow from them. :)
As for pilfering, the deed is done!
I see it (the Floyd connection) Us & Them Her and There.... Interesting thing is that the Roy Harper I mentioned played on the album 'Wish You were Here', the track 'Have a Cigar'. In return one Mr. Gilmour has played on a couple of Roys albums.. As for pilfering - Pah, you just carry on pilfering. Ain't no complaints from here!
All in all I'm just another blog in the hall.
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