The Art we loved so much,
Of feeling, deep, beyond,
The outer shell of chance,
The Romance,
Once the World did know
Where, oh, where did it go?
‘Gone With The Wind’
Romantic glow,
How I regret the years,
That have passed,
And all the beauty that once was,
Cast into the swamp of litany,
Lost in the shadows,
Of non-creativity
Never again to see the light,
And artistically,
To have taken silent flight.
Each one of us thinks,We’re always Right,No matter what we say.
From the very depths of soul,A sweet lament,A worded perfumed, sentimentThat softly ventsThe feelings way inside,Expressing what we canNo longer hide.
So corrupt it can’t stand up,Why so hazy?We have lost our honor, truth,Falling down, all mud is loose,Unfair, shady, things so crazyCrumble, crumble country down,All so lazy, waters brown,No fair lady.
Can’t it come another day?I would love to kill all time,But no matter what I doI can’t get my message thruSo I’ve come to know the truth,Time is really killing us,Whether wanting it or not,We’re all riding on Time’s bus.
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
Where to go?When no one cares?Maybe down to Endless Sea,Where Dark Waters talk to me.Night or day or day and night,It’s the same lugubrious fight,Should I tell you how I feel?Or just in the Night conceal,All these Shadows in my heart,That prevent any New Start.
