fragments

here are fragments of you or me
a life to pick up and see
needing time to fit together
to sail through squally weather
parts of an infinite jigsaw
with an elusive piece, a flaw

here are fragments of the earth
the countries of our birth
where oceans divide the free
while others ne’er the sea
filled shadows with rotation
in darkest contemplation

here are fragments of all time
including journeys left to climb
a map from first to last
foundations that were cast
and changes to observe
along the cosmic curve

here are fragments of the story
the sadness and the glory
to join with truth as seen
explaining the machine
and satisfy the mind
without being so unkind

©2008 Hey Hey

song of ...

while the repeating lines of that song play
and still the words won’t come, don’t know what to say
might have to wait, but that could be for eternity
who knows how long that will be, limitations of modernity
imply forever, and those who patronize
as they philosophize
don’t see the tears
and the diminishing years
while the art fades
and the night shades
we sit, unabridged as they build the tombs
watch the expanding wombs
speak our minds
but who finds
the way, whatever the solution
will have discovered absolution
meanwhile, weeping for the words to explain
or keep providing the same old refrain
and the song brings the notion, not the explanation
feeds the love but not the elation
where is the all, the complete, the origin
the, with arms open, “Begin!”
without purpose is no call to proceed
directionless is an aimless need
so play song, play
for there is no other way
until either the skies darken
or the whole is taken
consider this
as you take your drunken piss

©2008 Hey Hey

daisy chains

daisy chains connect these memories with you
sometimes they break in autumn and never renew
but where the flowers fall the walking’s so good
leading to a bed of earth, made it what we could
and troubles and overlong days put aside for a while
to let rain wash the air clean, raise a calm smile
we found a place with opaque windows and no sound
a secret of mind where the thoughts might abound
with the cold wind blowing on the outside, we sang inside
living on the contact of eyes and what caresses could provide
then the love that we made found its way to the light
through the passage of days, into the stars of the night
and as each traveller sees the direction so clear
insignificant daisy chains remain ever near

©2008 Hey Hey

moonlighting

you come with me into dreams
o lover of fleeting moonbeams
and live such stories as though
could never be, for each tomorrow
might pass within an opaque night
to grant fulfilment, yet never see light
or true nature of day, what might be
where images have colour and free
still, the pastel grey is your kiss
perhaps of forever, should not remiss
with whispers to conceal beyond
this heaven, as powerless to respond
so welcome here, o celestial reflection
and illuminate this elusive recollection

©2008 Hey Hey