davebyword Poetry (4)

these blackest days, these darkest nights
oh the wicked frozen cold
my darkening eyes adjust to view in the absence of the light
with broken hands i grasp the wind, but nothings there to hold
despite my might and wit and skill
as marooned ive missed the tide
I wait and pray and search dismayed
to find a place to hide
and in this deep canyon of shadows and night
i'll dream of you until im gone
i'll dig beneath the abyss in my soul and bring you up a song
I'll sing it low, and sweet, and loud, for the soul who suffers long

gone are the days when the wars were just
post up another puppet for the national lust
broken are the bows of the norman kings
atomic war threatens leavin nothin to glean
torn are the hearts of every true love
while dna carries on the most ruthless blood
here and there hide like pockets of gold
the sweetest love stories that have ever been told
like dreams of the gold rush crowds rally to mine
but many search for honey where theres no hive to find
somewhere in the journey one looks up to pray
only to find their mind has powers to help shape the way
amidst all the struggle a spark of hope
our day will come

sweet frames of strains
spore prints and stains
Im like a mycological Jesse James

A Saccharomyces enigma
Craic'n'whisky
millin grains

So many folks these days can talk
and they'll tell ya what they've known
Still the gaelic law as firm as rock
is to let the deed be shown
I love my mothers face so well
and ive told her many times
But I'll hold my tongue now for a spell
for the love i know is more than words and bright as heavens climes