Songman

The Pied Piper somewhere over there....

You sang in subterranean times
In orange and blue and earthen colours,
Of wind chimes, church bells;
Of de ja vous and happy evenings,
And sadness of the grim layer of bricks
Forming the contour of cobblestones
Of my street, where I played the Pied Piper
To whisk away your frenzied dreams
That died on your lips while you sang.

You sang again while raincolours
Gathered dust and the bends i took,
And the blue through which i meandered
Remained cluttered in abstract half hearted dreams
Of the seven seas; and the utopia somewhere
I was about to discover in some alien Greek morning.

You sang again when the tartars came
And when war begot my time
And poetry died a thousand deaths
Like my love songs to sunsets, twilight
Rome and kaleidoscopic evenings.
You followed my untraced footsteps on sands
And waded through waterlogged streets
Of the unexplored virgin i called my kingdom
And you called it Heaven.