Katie, Ryan, ,And The Wild Howl

She thought that I would sing for her without even knowing her name,

She doesn't know me and I don't know her,

Not well anyway.

The Earth has made it round the sun again

While I sat puffing on a pipe in a rocking chair watching the birds,

August 15th again a special day for her, the day she was born.

Thirty some odd years ago, one or two before I arrived.

But she retained her youth....I just got old.

But I kept my eyes open and one day she appeared,

Seemingly out of nowhere, she found me in my rocking chair,

Laughed at my jokes,

So loud she scared the birds away.

I prefer her company over the birds though,

Can't say that for many really.

Glad the sun brought her along this year,

So I can sing her happy birthday from my rocking chair,

Hopefully make her laugh.

Don't really know her well but maybe well enough,

To know I am happy to have her smiling face around,

While I sit in my rocking chair,

She can't stay though shes always runnin out into that giant world,

While I hang back and write about it....and now her too,

My stranger friend.

Shes out at concert shows while I watch the stars chase each other across the sky each night

And howl at the moon all by myself,

While she is somewhere cheering with the crowds,

We cry out in different ways, at different things,

But the Idea is the same,

My pen and paper are her wild night,

Different but still the same.

Maybe she we aren't such strangers at all,

Maybe more reflections through colored glass,

We laugh the same, we smile the same,

Only hers are louder and bigger,

But both just as genuine,

Her special day...her birth day,

Is now a special day for me... a day to sing for a friend,

Poorly.

Just for a laugh but a day too early.

But I write on time....I'm no singer.

My words don't have any sound behind them but they are far from silent,

And tonight every single one is just for her,

The woman who came from nowhere and found me in my rocking chair,

Hanging out with birds writing about the world that she lives in,

Glad to see a beaming smile in a sea of frowns,

Glad the sun made it round again.

Glad she gives me a reason to sing,

Glad she gives me something to write,

Sometimes she makes me think of getting up out of this old rocking chair,

Now that I am showing her my world,

Perhaps it's time I take a stroll through hers,

Maybe if I walk fast enough I can beat the sun to August 15th

So I'll have time to show her the stars racing across the sky,

Only to reach where they started from only on a slightly different course than the year before,

Just like us

Show her how the moon paces in the sky seeming at times not to know where it,s headed,

But somehow always reaches its destination on the opposite horizon,

Just like us.

I'll sit her in the rocking chair and show her what the world looks like to me,

Watch her rock back and forth and telling me stories of her world without rocking chairs

Watch her smiling as she talks describing everything with words that let me see through her eyes,

Same as me.

Just before the sun catches up bringing August 15th

While the moon still hangs low,

I have her howl with me. Teach her how to be wild in a different way,

Like the animals, like the moon, like the stars

The old kind of wild, the wild that can live in you all your life,

Never die with the crowd, never end with the rising sun.

She howls like a wild animal, like me.

She has received the only gift I know how to give,

Freedom from the masses.

And so the sun arrives bringing this special day,

Where strangers become friends, poets sing, and people that cheer for others,

Now howl for themselves in the crowd but free of its grip,

I tell her happy birthday send her off to she show and sit back in my chair,

And begin to write about a beautiful woman with a smile as bright as the sun at the annual show,

Standing in the middle of the cheering crowd,

Howling like a wild woman

 

Reviews

[felioness]

Awesome...the rocking chair refrain is very effective. You write from the soul dude and it shows!