I’ll Write a Song

Nevermore

I’ll write a song called Nevermore,

And travel to a distant shore.

I’ll carve it into stone by runes,

Under a bone-white winter’s moon.

And when my body meets the coal,

You may yet find my treasured soul.

Dolly Moon

I’ll write a song called Dolly Moon,

And mix it in the month of June.

The signature shall swirl and hop.

‘Round notes as swell as lemon drops.

Served with a dollop of cooled cream,

Won’t life taste as sweet as a dream?

The East End

I’ll write a song called The East End

For he who was more than a friend

Composed in a phantom key,

A microbarom frequency,

And when you cross the overpass,

Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”

Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting,

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Begin Again

I’ll write a song called Begin Again

Non in eadem

Each verse, in truth, will be a bridge

Leading past the horizon’s ridge

And by Apollo’s homily,

Won’t life hum with transcendency

Autumn Light

I’ll write a song called Autumn Light

And my, won’t you think it a sight?

‘Tween bars of gold, each note will glow,

Waving towards the ground below

And by Nature’s sweet elegy,

We three will grieve in harmony

Fare Thee Well

I’ll write a song called Fare Thee Well

Upon it, Time shall cast her spell.

Bound by stone and blessed by sage,

The melody shall never age.

And by the Moon’s astral decree,

Our song shall haunt eternity.

Adhaereo Virtuti

I’ll write a song called Virtuti

From all the words you’ve given me

I’ll pour them into rocks, like veins

And place them back from whence we came

And by the moon’s fair gravity

Your words will ring true from the sea

Flutterby

I’ll write a song called Flutterby

With words that dip low, then swing high

Along a staff of golden rays,

Our clumsy cares will cast away

And when our timid souls take flight,

We’ll coast in the candescent light

Petrichor

I’ll write a song called Petrichor

With words you’ll swear you’ve heard before

I’ll dabble dew-drop harmonies

Into an earthy-bass reprise

And by its sweet saturation,

The sound will rise in ovation