Kestrel

Another song from the drunk and psychotic days...

I can't quite remember 

all the places I've been

so i look out my window

now the clouds are moving in

so I smile

and put on a show in my mind

while the cold wind

blows

we buy and we sell

and we reap and we sow

we convince ourselves

of the things 

we think we know

we hide behind mirrors

searching and dying

for ways to live as kings

while all the while

the truth sings of 

love and hate and life and death

all these things

held

in a single breath

Author's Note

Sorry I keep posting music, writer's group has been fruitless lately but I still wanna share...

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

We live a lifetime within our minds in a single breath. We live and grow we reap what we sow.

[Ken Simm.]

Love the title first. This hovers over life in much the same way. Excellent use of words.

[John Sullivan]

Beautiful animals, those. I know I've said it before but I admire your connection with nature and how it weaves itself through your writing. Many thanks, Ken

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful son. refreshing imagery.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Tom!