Sun Bleached Shadows

Pretty song bird where did you go

I can hear you on the wind but I can’t see you,

I am led adrift, astray, bound to wayward, 

By your song, and phantom scales abounding

To where stray brown leaves go, to

Give body and color to the wind,

Over and over again in the, 

Sun bleached shadows and flowers frowning.

I am lost in the memory of that strain

Vexed in silence just beneath the rain but, 

Gone when fixed upon, muted, omitted,

And though I can’t here it any more

I am still hypnotized by its repetition

I am complete in its climax and grasping,

At resolution in its conclusion, collapsing,

And then, it begins, all over again.