poem
Through The Eyes Of Silver Blue
By Silver Blue
“Through The Eyes Of Silver Blue”
F. John Barker III
October 21, 2006
All aboard for a journey
Through the Eyes of Silver Blue
we’re tripping through my timespace
and the guest of honour is you.
We’ll go half-way ‘round the world,
and go hopping from state to state,
we’ll visit old friends and family,
and the occasional twist of fate.
Vacations and party spots,
locations far and near.
life experiences big and small,
and photos that I hold dear.
Music will be our companion,
there are poems never read,
we’ll laugh with those of the living,
and celebrate with those who are dead.
A small blue bunny will join us,
home renovations will take place,
Mother Nature will blow all around us,
and Father Time will show us his grace.
So join me for some memories,
thoroughly researched, I know they’re true –
step inside and see my life,
Through the Eyes of Silver Blue.
(When I worked at WPEX, AM1490 in November 1986, I used an old analogue mixing board and threw this song out of phase through feedback and unintentional reverb. The result, IMHO, ended up more accurately expressing (to me) the feeling of the song.)
Quiet, please. The moon is sleeping.
By Silver Blue
This reminds me of a poem I wrote (that went in the “book”) called “The Moon Is Broken”.
“The Moon Is Broken”
Forester J. Barker III
December 4, 2006 – All Rights Reserved
The moon is broken,
my life’s not the same.
My nocturnal companion
has been spirited away.
The secrets I told her
from deep within my heart
now fly unfettered,
unattended in the dark.
Through the seas of stardust,
through the night unaware,
part of my past is winging,
all alone, out there.
There’s some solace in being numb
for emotions come and go,
no bitter words to cut you down,
No one saying “I told you so…”
For no longer do I walk
with the one that I love,
while my nighttime mistress
shines down from above.
So grasp each moment you can,
remember your words not spoken;
they may be all that you have
when you find that the moon is broken.
Silver Blue – who believes it’s time for bed.