Aging Poet: Aaron Neville and My Soul

Thursday, January 17, 2013

I ride the waves of the music

making their way through my soul,

as Aaron sings, “Tell it like it is.”

And how my heart cries to do so –

tell it, tell it like it really is

here in the dark, inside

where no one sees but me.

A witness has not been found

who observed the wounding,

the knife thrusts deep and sharp.

No, no ones eyes have seen but mine.

“Feelings,” Aaron now sings

and touches mine with his words,

a prick that starts the bleeding

all over again – or did it ever stop?

He prophesies that “One fine day,”

life will begin fresh and new

with a healing love to ply its trade

and provide salvation’s transfusion.

Will I live to see the day?

“Ain’t No Sunshine.” All is shade

and darker still where no sun has been

in a decade of shut doors and windows.

Heart too weak to open from inside.

Is there chance that someone

will from without throw the latch?

Aaron has “sunshine on a cloudy day.”

I wish I could walk in his steps, I pray

Behind, beside – somewhere in the sun

may I, a new journey begin.

Aging Poet