A Song and a Smile for Souls

It filters down the avenue
A song –
The high note in the perfume of the business district
The source, a woman foreign and unfamiliar in her surrounds
The rainbows of her garb
Illuminate the steel and glass
Reflect austere designs of finance
To nestle like a flower in a fallow field

Her gait is full of dance
As she strolls along
The fabric of her dress swirls, lightly caressing
The trousers and the shoes of those she passes
She smiles in greeting
A smile slightly mischievous
It beckons full of promise
As though there is a garden, not far off
Which only she is privy to

Some stare
Then retreat at once
To their bunkers of glass and comfort
Some smile and share
A brief visit to her garden
Only to return to the musings of their working day
Of those that smile
A very few, they follow
And as their steps they lighten
Their garden grows abundant
Their garments turn from black and grey
To the iridescence of a butterfly
And a song and a smile are passed on
Like nectar for the soul

It filters down the avenue
A song –
Not one song but many, as they follow close behind
The perfume of the tune, precedes their joyous steps
As they leave all their cares to others
Trapped in their glass and bunkers
Sifting through the pages
And emails of their working day
Gazing out the window
To marvel at the flowers in a fallow field

© Kacey Patrick (Sydney 16/7/07)/revised 2012

Song For Delphi

Would you choose to swim or fly
Choose the water or the sky
Would you be a mermaid or an angel

Would you choose to keep control
Or to unleash what’s in your soul
Choose to question or to simply follow

Life revolves, we question why
We come to life then life flies by
Would you choose to live as an immortal

Or would you have a finite grace
A short existence in this place
Would you choose a finite time for pleasure

Do you prefer to find a place of peace and solitude
Would you choose to end your life one lonely night
Does your heart feel hope when sorrow beckons to the moon
Do you always fly with your decisions

Would you choose to play your part
And to unleash what’s in your heart
Would you find a path where truth is certain

Would you choose to live in fear or strive for all your can
Would you risk all that you had for freedom
Would you choose to be unkind to woman, child or man
Do you feel all lost in indecision

Would you choose to find a place
Where life revolves with simple grace
Would you choose to show your heart’s compassion

Would you choose to swim or fly
Choose the water or the sky
Would you be a mermaid or an angel……?

© Kacey Patrick 2003 (revised 2011)
For Delphi. And in memory of Melanie Shanahan, and the ‘boat people’ who have risked everything on their journey to Australia.

Music – Aaron Hopper/Kacey Patrick (stringmansassy)
Released on ‘Dragonfly’ 2004.

Song For Delphi (‘Dragonfly’ – stringmansassy, 2004)

The Winds of Love and Loss and Longing

Stand alone upon a cliff
The sharp north wind it brings relief
Icy tendrils catch a breath affronting in its harshness
Crystals form upon a cheek rubbed red and raw, coarse and deep
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A mantle pulled as close as it may dare
Shrouds a neck once caressed
But now the harsh north wind seeks to kiss the very same
With sharp and bitter calloused lips
To touch the skin and prick with cold
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Brace thyself against the swale
Steel thyself against the gale
A Payne’s grey sky
A grey green sea
The winds of loss envelop thee

Stand in pair upon a beach
The warm dank wind it does beseech
Surrender to a realm so near of passion unabated
Skin is damp drenched with desire
Loins are wet, one touch is fire
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A lover’s touch as close as it may dare
Caress the flesh which lies in wait
And now the sweet damp wind excites love’s revelry
With sultry fragrant overtones
To swirl round limbs which seek release
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Immerse thyself in bodies sure
Sweep thyself in rapture
A crimson sky
A turquoise sea
The winds of love envelop thee

Stand at edge of vast expanse
The dry west wind invokes a trance
It sifts and grasps in reckless whirls and smothers all it passes
Breath succumbs, eyes are blind
Lips chafed and split are blushed unkind
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A veil wrapped tight as close as it may dare
Coils a neck which might expire
But now the dry west wind lifts and whips it like a sail
With rasping voice and mournful cry
To tighten skin, to choke and parch
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Bend thyself against the blast
Stand before the shredding draught
A mustard sky
An arid sea
The winds of longing comfort thee

© Kacey Patrick 2012