Symphony

Wish I could have written those little words whispered on the wind
Damn the perfection
I mean aren’t I always seeking that?

You see, there were deep blacks and buried reflections
No, you can’t see what I’m talking about
Because you weren’t there
But believe me…I heard things muttered and saw iridescent waters.

Wish I would have tried, just for an instant, to set something down on paper
But I was just too damn lazy I suppose
Too sure of myself that I’d remember what I thought I heard
Yet when I tried to write
The words were gone lost somewhere or buried deep beneath
The peat bogs where we almost slipped.

Of course I am aware of how easily the words can come
When the cascading waterfall splays itself perfectly
So that even wrong handed poets are able to set down the words
With an eloquence from beyond.

But afterwards when the traffic sounds outside your window
Or the routines of life hound you until you are ragged
The words melt or meld into something unintended
The pavement is hard and the people loud
Dogs bark and cats scream out late at night.

Oh how I wish I carried a paper and pen
Scribed it all into the bark of a tree
Left a mark upon my flesh as a testament that I was there
-Well I was somewhere-
But who really knows where they have been
When they are somewhere else
And don’t listen carefully enough the first time.