Mystyc Poems: Urban Disaster Of Words!

I orginally wrote this in 2004 as a song.
And oh,how it’s changed from time to time.
But it is,about how growing up I’d daydream about him and how I’d try so many times to play the piano.
I could never get it right. And he,my dream man never came….

As I sit here my fingers dancing on the keys
I dream of you and I feel a new
Oh how I wish you’d come to me my dear
And how devine a thought be
If these dreams where true you’d sing what my heart says to you
Open my eyes to what this means now
Open my eyes to the lovely
Sway to the joyous undertones wow
Stay here and share my melody dreams
And the wind touches me sweet my sweet September
hear your laugh on the wind
All is lost but I still remember
And tears are my only friend because I kep not one
Oh how I wish you’d come to me
Play the keys me hands can’t reach
I still love you it seems but only in these dreams
I still dream of you still
Come spend the while in my melody dreams
You in your tux with skin like gold
and me in a catching glee
Fingers that dance on keys as I hum a song of symphony.
-2004 Mystycpoems.org

Like crying when happy
Grass betwwen the toes
Laughter when sad
My dreams and twisted speech,
bitter and sweet but also unique
A whisper in winds say, “do better”
My mother’s smile
Swinging on the swing in my mind,
of neverending youth
Damn this kooky feeling of peace in me
Like Blueberry Serbet and The Rainbow Spoon,
bitter-sweet and blue and none the less odd
My baby blue-eyed foolish me in you
Ha ha
The crocked grin upon my smiling face
Grandma’s cooking
City breeze in my hair,
again and again
Oh the simple things are a healer!

-2006 MystycPoems.org