I still play Janis Ian
Could never leave her behind
I found you in your words
You are my gypsy of the wind,
The winter, the barren tree koan
And croak of crow
You are the cat at my feet,
The book, the fire spitting embers,
The rocking rhythm of my chair
You sang a rain of stars
Placed the moon upon my mantle
Such a harvest of words
Of climes and lands near and far
Fruits collected in your poet’s peasant skirt
Line by line you wove your words
The beauty of your tapestry
Drew me closer, closer
Now enchanted bound
Your words I came to crave
Each a scrape of taryak
You my long pipe’s smoke
My addiction ever more
And more
So I watched the movie
Like a first date finally it felt
I kept reaching for your hand
In my darkened room
But I bore the story’s sadness
Bare of sharing
Give me your hand in summer
At the wheel of a fast car
With the top down
Let us speed everywhere and nowhere
Our two hearts the map
As we crank up the radio
And sing and sing
And sing
This is a sweet tribute. Welcome to Stars Rite
You quite took my breath away with this one. I am so thrilled to have your presence here…more than I can say! x
Beautifully penned, Michael. Excellent write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.
Damian
Good to see you here, my friend. This feels like love written as listening—how a voice, a song, a body of words can quietly move in and take residence. The imagery is intimate and reverent without ever tipping into sentimentality. I love how the ending opens the poem into motion and shared breath—music, road, risk. Beautifully inhabited.