Was the time
peace was easy
found in every place
grand mountains
glossed by clouds
an alone loon
calling for comfort
a trickle of a creek
the tickle of the waves
The moon
God yes the moon!
that caused eyes to sparkle
painting the dark,
water to shimmer
leaves to glow
it gave colour to wind
My youth owned such peace
in every place and stable
I was it's master
it danced to my string
I need peace
seek it
cry for it
chase it
Peace in love
in faith
in friends
in sleep
in balance
in contentment
It used to come
in boxes not tied
in bloom unwrapped
space unfettered
Now winter has come
to the roses bloom
all boxed and tied
who dances to the tether now?
All seems noise and
chaos colluding
A tea spoon dropped
a dog's bark
a horn's honk
a look
Not just any noise
industrial noise, all
whistles loud
grinders screaming
smoke forcing
time clocks ticking
Who turned the volume up
then took the switch?
does the loon still sail and cry?
can he be purchased?
So I run to other doors
and knock
but locks on all
I twizzle and invent
beg and implore
And what of you moon?
when did you become an icen rock?
you of all
my one branch
always at my shoulder
Have I played to pain so long
that now we are one
and peace in a maze
of no answer
If only the volume
I could control
if only the loon
would sing once more
~Rick
