WINDOWS look... look close, my gaze the whine of what endures... can you not see the toil of my father - the glint of my mother's care? do the joys of childhood and the ache of young loves, lost not shimmer in those depths? look, yet, my eyes beyond the white and absinthe plunge those oily, breathless blacks... a brand dances there, yet flickering for the dreams not realized the lone, weary heart unwanted and the songs... unsung. © Gregory Richard Barden 2019
MY DARLING BOY oh... have you seen my darling boy blond hair, like corn silk, falling? lost, his sparkling absinthe eyes but still, my heart keeps calling I thought I saw him run away with a young girl, hand-in-hand swallowed by the ocean mist their footprints in the sand Oh, have you seen my darling boy with a smile broad and bright? seems he went a-wandering in a full moon, late one night while captured by his fancies he's inclined to court a whim so counting evening fireflies would be grave concern for him oh, have you seen my darling boy with dreams and hopes anew? he holds the mind to conquer a kingdom, grand...or two and yet he'd rather spin you tall tales that make you smile wise anecdotes, adventurous to charm you and beguile oh, have you seen my darling boy replete with loves and life? he's apt to wink or tease you suffused with virtue, rife he's endeared to melancholy yet he masks it with a laugh his child's heart aches for others but breaks on their behalf oh, have you seen my darling boy? he sings an impassioned tune of swirling maelstroms, seas and suns and the faces of the moon He's oft' to feign a scoundrel though he's chivalrous and kind and loves to search a sunken heart for the treasure he may find Oh, have you seen my darling boy? no - I doubt you ever will as I call to him across the years but the air is hushed and still. so, tho' I've chased him, wide and far I'm quite sure I'll never see his corn silk hair and absinthe eyes for that darling boy... was me.
© Gregory Richard Barden 2018