~Melismatic~

When I’m alone

I feel the purple hazy stream

Of conscious thoughts and idle day dream

The music to my sleeping ear

A chorus I forget to hear

That stirs me up

And makes me yearn

And squirm and reach

And beg to feel

The rhythmic truth

I know when still

Must clear the haze

And then I’ll know

The purple mountains are past the snow

I long to decipher

I long to know

The message is from long ago

Will the doors of inspiration

Open and let me see

Or am I too late

Lost in the noise

Of all the voices who aren’t me

I tip toe slow

And prostrate fall

I feign asleep

I see trees tall

They whisper

So much music hums

I cannot think for all the drums

Too much

I cry and wail

Feet collapse

So blistered

So frail

All the climbing

Has rendered

Red puffs

I fight the pain

And reel in the roughs

The white noise

Of my own blank page

I now begin to see

A miracle it nearly seems

To hear now

Only me