Solstice of Summer Twenty Twelve
My quarterly poem to my friends:
The wind and the sun
Are staring in silence at each other.
Time is melting the stones beneath my feet.
It is a harder season, where
Our cup and bowl are full, filled up
And cold,
Feeding yet another dreamless night.
So we sat down
We started singing this old song
Time had stuffed in our memories.
And we believed in a better day,
Inside the same skin we have lived in all along.
The gifts and prayers of the Old Indians
Were spread out all over the table.
I could feel their old memories bumping against my bones.
I sat in the silence, in the darkness of the night.
And could feel all these things.
My poetry just comes straight out of me in a rush.
I believe they come spontaneously from my spirit.
The old Indians had a line in an old song, I have always remembered;
"a song comes unasked out of my body, a mark of my spirit"
Here is the solstice song in 2 parts
the song
the translation of the song
Solstice 2012June
Pantelleria Island
00:08 22 June
Pantelleria Island
00:08 22 June
The song is available to listen, click THIS link.
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The wind and the sun
Are staring in silence at each other.
Time is melting the stones beneath my feet.
It is a harder season, where
Our cup and bowl are full, filled up
And cold,
Feeding yet another dreamless night.
So we sat down
We started singing this old song
Time had stuffed in our memories.
And we believed in a better day,
Inside the same skin we have lived in all along.
The gifts and prayers of the Old Indians
Were spread out all over the table.
I could feel their old memories bumping against my bones.
I sat in the silence, in the darkness of the night.
And could feel all these things.
Turtle Heart
Pantelleria Island
