Perhaps we should just take a stroll
along the same path of old
where the whole journey began
and left us in this controversy of the sun
It talked of the moon as of our race
It said between us and the stars there was no space
It took us to the river of dreams
It said everything would be on-stream
with our feelings, with our being
Perhaps we should take a long break
off this break we are having
And maybe dance to the fake
tune of passion we shared growing
Otherwise let’s leave the birds to sing
whilst we take shade
and bare out our souls in a lip-sync
It will sure make our sorrows fade
Or maybe we should stand by the lake
and deep breaths take
Perhaps it will listen to our sighs
and maybe weaken our weaknesses
But then we have all these tried before
We have, every time we’ve walked out the door
Yet, they have always brought us
to this outburst—this ‘deja vuish’ fuss!
Perhaps we are not near the stars enough
Perhaps we with the moon no kinship bear
Maybe we’ve been on the wrong lake
All along—the doggone long wrong lake
Is it that we should be the birds themselves?
Or should we group ourselves in twelves?
COMMENT:
[Wrote this poem 10 years ago under an equally ridiculous pseudonym. My favourite line still remains the one with the ‘twelves’. What’s yours?]
