I sit down to write and
the first thing I think is that
I hope my mind does not go blank,
but it does, so I play some blues
because it is just one of those kind of days.
Gray clouds with no sunshine and
a little too much wind.
I can make it through because
there is no other choice.
I think of my cousins who are in
the midst of heat waves and damaging storms.
They need a song for them,
something with a little drum beat
that will lift the soul and remove
the forlorn look that I am sure is there.
It is summertime, watermelon weather and
almost time for that old devil moon to be full again.
If we are lucky the clouds will go and
we will have a bright, bewitching sky that we all have fun with.
Tell me why we get into these funky moods from time to time.
Could it be of love lost and the notion that
so many good times have been lost?
Looking back on what was, while my heart was alive
with feelings for the significant other, I can only remember
the laughing, loving, talking, shopping, eating out or at home
with the music, wine and romantic feeling.
These thoughts are sustaining and will have to do until
someone else comes along and wants to
share their everything with me.
The road of life has many detours and there are unexpected delays.
I have dreams that I am holding someone and
a peaceful feeling comes over me.
I get misty but there is no smoke and as is said—no smoke, no fire—
so I resign myself to reality. I will not cry a river,
but will look straight ahead until someone gets in my way and will not move.
I may give her moon flowers and tell her that all the things she is are mine.
I may hold her and not let her get away until
she finds some reason and says it is not to be.
I’ll remember that night under the moon and how it ended too soon,
but I will still get a thrill thinking of you.
Memories are so cool, but dreams have their place, too,
so I will keep dreaming while I go on remembering.
Stanski
September 2, 2020^
Steve Haarman 