Lyrics

Friday’s Child©
What of Friday’s children, loving and so giving;
What of all this giving when loved ones disappear?
Does this love bleed? What will impede
this gushing till dawn? Lyrics that shape this song?
Larkspurs placed in vases bringing smiles to faces:
Do their slender stems grieve for their stunted seeds?
Does their love bleed? What will impede
this weeping all night? Tomorrow, the saddest sight.
Will this gush never stop? Can this love be retaught
to move like some cosmonaut, soaring to lost souls?
Maples tapped in springtime always find their days chimed.
Winter makes the bole’s rime, protects the trees from harm.
Know when to flow, safe from the snow,
tempos aligned with seasons of fine design.
Gathering figs in autumn, climbing limbs forgotten,
when we reach the bottom, it’s there we feel the rub.
Milk that will cloy, fingers annoyed,
yet we feel buoyed in love with this giving tree.
Will I find some design, live like trees, so sublime,
carefree in cloying times, sing to soaring souls?