Wrap your body in a blanket of your daily successes
And listen to the cricket with a musicians ear
For it is love that he is singing, life that he is crooning
Every line a melody, custom tailored to sooth your brief madness
Take a breath and the toothpicks from your eyes
Let them land softly on gosling down, resting preciously
They will be the windows to your dreams, translucent
Puffing sweet scents and glorious vapors used for flying
If the night terrors knocking at the doors of your mind
Cause you even a modicum of distress, take note
I have left a light on in the bottom left hand corner of your dream
Pass this way and you will be safe, there will be dancing
After catching a glimpse of what the faeries have to offer
Be it cruel or painfully beautiful upon waking to thoughts austere
Just know that you can carry these thoughts forward and blazing
And stir them into your morning coffee….with a touch of vanilla
"I have left a light on in the bottom left hand corner of your dream
ReplyDeletePass this way and you will be safe.."
These may well be my favourite lines of any you have written. They offer such reassurance in a mad world.
btw I wanted to say how much I enjoyed the pics of your Mexican holiday in your Flickr stream. Looks like you and Sherry had one hell of a good time.
really diggin' the last two stanzas, great lines in there.
ReplyDeleteIn a world gone insane it is nice to know there is a light to give safe passage through dreams. A beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteOhh, so fine! Is this an actual song that you sing? I also picked the line with the Light in the corner: What a magnificent idea, one I will use as if it were a standard fixture. Lovely. But, indeed, I love that the entire poem is the very melody that the first stanza promised:
ReplyDelete"Wrap your body in a blanket of your daily successes
And listen to the cricket with a musicians ear
For it is love that he is singing, life that he is crooning
Every line a melody, custom tailored to sooth your brief madness"
I love the blanket--another item we all need to use more often, and the idea of the sleep/dream as a brief madness and the idea of stirring it into the coffee--I do not even need the vanilla!:
"Just know that you can carry these thoughts forward and blazing
And stir them into your morning coffee….with a touch of vanilla"
Oh, I love your last line!
ReplyDeleteAnd these:
"Every line a melody, custom tailored to sooth your brief madness ... (if only!)
Take a breath and the toothpicks from your eyes ... (super cool visual)
Let them land softly on gosling down, resting preciously"
I concur with the wise Kerry; there is a gentle, almost genteel quality, that works hand-in-hand with your trademark musicality to create the notion of respite from the workaday world.
ReplyDeleteI want what you are drinking! I love the vision of your words. It was so full of enchantment and wisdom! :D Yes the brief madness truly exists ;D
ReplyDeleteI like the melody soothing the madness...I also like the last stanza, I am not a coffee lover, but it gives a feeling of security and comfort ~
ReplyDeleteexquisitely beautiful poem. absolutely wonderful.I've always admired your gritty edgy poems.and that you can croon such beautiful melodies is really amazing.
ReplyDeleteStill one of my very faves!!
ReplyDelete"For it is love that he is singing, life that he is crooning" ...wow, Corey, I love this poem.
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