English River

That voice- a girl?  her silver tones a dulcet spell
so sweet and small and silk-thread thin,
yet filling forest rill to dell
Out of sight and ken,
yet kin to my own spirit, she
In tune of pouting Fairie Queene
Sitting on a moss-beard stone
in dappled sunshade moist and green
She sings a simple song-
an herb to cure the dryness of my heart.

“Swim in the English river…” she sings
A water sprite, then, must she be.
“Swim in the English river…” again-
I wonder, might she swim with me?

This Lorelei who hides her face-
or capercaillie in the bush-
Can this song be a call to me
or does the breeze conceive my dream?
do leaves and hollow branches tune
and all conspire to draw me on
or is my heart the author of this song?

I stood upon the bank a while
and watched the flowing river swell.
I raised my face and closed my eyes
and breathed in clover, moist and full
the long wet grass, the lone green tree
a buzzing bee and dizzy me

And I have slipped, and joyous fallen in.

From pole to pole the river flows
and up the sky in fountains
and back again across the stars
to rain upon the mountains.

“Swim in the English river…” she sings
A water sprite, then, must she be.
“Swim in the English river…” again-
I wonder, might she swim with me?

dream language vision
poem grown out of a recurring dream Bill Vaughn had
03/13/90

Rigid ISMS

ISMS

Original art by WayneSL

song lyric by Wayne Slater-Lunsford, 1998~2012

We all live here, in the valley-
and we dance beside the river, deep and  wide.
and our voices harmonize here;
and we  share the river’s  love along both  sides.

Bayanihan, and Ubuntu
and Aloha and Communion all are  one.
and our  planet gives us plenty,
If we  learn to share and  let the river  run.

Who’s that yelling a cross the divide?
That   shadow in the sunset looming  long?
They’re screaming at the other ridge as loud as they can,
but it Seems to me that both extremes are wrong.

From the dawning to the   evening
Some fools  on the ridges throwing rocks across,
but the rocks land here in the   valley
and  it’s the folk down  here that pay the cost.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
They  tell us we’re all beggars and that they should be   kings
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

Yes, we  live here in the  valley
not up  on the ridges where the air is thin.
where our  shadows can out grow us
and our  voices echo  but our thoughts are dim.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those  ISMS  get the best of you.
Don’t let ISMS get the best of  you.
LISTEN TO THE SONG