i would i were in wonder ever after let me tell you
if i ever was in wonder in the after
after music

what i could tell upon to ponder in the aftermath of music
i do well along with music
ever after
let me tell you

like there as paintings occur
light is a sound in a word
i am there
hear to record
light into sound
is a word
music

he is
he said
he is a painter by numbers then
the sound of him could fill a room
and furthermore
the sky

in what could this be of me
telling how to find an instrument
to time a light through fantasy
a dream i saw come true
and well in awe of this one
tell in awe
what i thought
my one and only what of
i
choose
slowly

and in a name somehow
i think his name recalling found
a presence went inside the room
thee is then
inside the crowd

what in my heart turns sound
am i near not found
am i recalled or lost

or sound

in the instant
i am reaching
and turning
and turning...

new york window be my view
i‘m at home inside the truth
as i think about what past continues
in the memory of a tour

i am in
i am inside then
i am then
what i have taken

pictures of me
we will see
the memory over an image pressed
that was the context
mine is

new york window
be my view
i’m at home inside the truth
and thinking of then of him
often
i smile

in what could i say
this is across the room and glancing
in directions of a distance
in the loss that crowded makes

i am in again to wonder
as i ponder ever after
as i think of how to tell you
that the silence shuttles past you

in what crowds along the venue
a window sort of i would look through
a poet steps beside your space to write implicit meaning

and in a name somehow
i think his name recalling sound
the condition of a poet’s heart
the sentence on this being...


© lily gillespie morton, 2007




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