Woolgather

The tree line slowly fading at a distance,
As the night descends, on the face of the earth,
Headlights turn on to keep the wheels rolling,
Down the winding roads of the misty mountains,

Just the thought, a beautiful one at that,
Holding hands, swaying to the winds,
The chillness outside, and the warm within,
Beside the hearth, as the candle dies,

Hazy gray sky, the evening drizzle,
Brings on memories to reminisce,
As the head rests on the shoulder,
Love is in the air as she breathes low,

The sweet lullabies kiss,
And the dreams wave in

There She Stands

There she stands, with arms crossed around her chest,
Wondering if she rode on the trough or a crest,
Just when she’s trying to snuggle into her nest,
Life decides to put her to the test,

Shaken out of her wits,
She can see her privacy torn to bits,
Catches his eye staring at her tits,
Just enough to throw her into fits,

Her nervousness is killing,
And her partner hasn’t yet finished grilling,
Says he has a car and many a shilling,
Both have the beans, but who does the spilling?

Waits for her turn and asks of her mother in law,
How she behaves and all her flaw,
Are you sure she has nails for claw?
And so went on her questions and all the blah,

They were engaged and were free to hold hands,
Ride in the car and compromised to demands,
If wishes were horses, this time they were only commands,
Their chatter would put to shame the noise of a thousand bands,

They were married soon enough,
Now time to draw the cigarette puff,
Expected clobbers of all the bluff,
And life went on and all the stuff,

Time that kids arrived, she wasn’t prepared,
Patience lost, tempers flared,
And all the mistakes simply glared,
Thinking of future, she was scared,

The kids grew and so did their despise,
She wanted them to reach for the skies,
Thinking of them, would moist her eyes,
But, the kids decided to break all ties,

Future, was an invasion and a hostile take over,
Of a life she had yet to discover

Sweet Syrup

Watch as the pasqueflowers bloom,
True to their name, and out of the bloody gloom,
Hold a hand and kiss the faith,
Dance in the rain, and kick the wraith,

Nothing is false and nothing is true,
Live a life, drink the strange brew,
Wake up early, and sleep late,
Welcome to the enchanting journey of my fate,

Smell the sweet grass and smoke it too,
Head is spinning, I’m who?
Virtue, done away with just a sneeze,
Spread my wings, here I’m waiting for the breeze,

Come on, come and pick me up,
Let us go, have some sweet syrup

Oracle

Simple rules, or so it seems,
We the fools or so he deems,
Fall in cesspools and hear the screams,
The blind man rules or so he dreams,

Churning misery at every step,
A setting ennui, need a pep,
It happened in history, in the month of Sep,
Clandestine mystery, veiled in skep,

Mark the setting sun, at its meridian,
Sink and run and wear a medallion,
Win the big race son; sleep in a mausoleum,
Life is fun and Mephistophelean.

P.S: The Oracle didn’t exactly tell me what I wanted to hear. Maybe, I was just not ready for it. But, that was many a summer ago…almost a decade. Much water has flowed and now the Oracle is nowhere in sight…