The poet sings
What’s his song?
Could any choice
Really be wrong
What would you
If you were he
Choose to sing
So romantically
When you think
It’s not an easy call
You are almost there
Then hit the wall
Loosen up
Relax a bit
It doesn’t have to be
A current hit
What is fluid?
From the past?
Contains the words
That will always last
Don’t give up
You’re almost there
Imagine the singing
Loud and clear
Think of color
Beyond the clouds
Imagine the poet
Oh, so proud
Somewhere
Over the rainbow
Birds fly high
While we remain low
Dreaming dreams,
Dreams we knew
If we dreamt them
Really would come true
That is what the poet sings
He remembers it often
When he’s on the land
That he heard of
Once in a lullaby
Stanski
May 18, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 