Friday, April 27, 2012

I wrote a song...now to find music.

If you know the poem from which I borrowed heavily the ideas from....you get bonus points...unless I have told you.  C2--I suspect you know this poem as well as I do.







Here it is in all its glory(?).  Be kind with your comments.



Uncertainty

I am uncertain
I have no clear path
No destination decided upon

The place I want to be is denied
The home I have is desolate and alone
The friends I have are far removed
They are in their homes and worlds away from me

How far away
How near the quay
I cannot tell for the fog too thick
The water still and silent
Night and day
Is there a homeland calling me
Is there a lighthouse to beckon me

My desired place is not for me to choose
It is left to someone else to decide
It is left to the person I desire most to pick
Life with me or life without me

I am lost at sea, and trying to stay afloat
The albatross around my neck was mine to pick
Chosen and borne until I solve my own riddle
And reach the shores of my homeland

How far away
How near the quay
I cannot tell for the fog too thick
The water still and silent
Night and day
Is there a homeland calling me
Is there a lighthouse to beckon me

My boat is small and my paddle lost
I am forced to propel the craft by hand
To push with cupped fingers the waters of my soul
To find the shores where I will be welcomed

How far away
How near the quay
I cannot tell for the fog too thick
The water still and silent
Night and day
Is there a homeland calling me
Is there a lighthouse to beckon me

How far away
How near the quay

Copywrite 4/19/2012  Nat Strickland

3 comments:

  1. Yes I do.

    How near the quay ..........indeed

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  2. nice idea.. thanks for posting..

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  3. Thanks. I have been in a poetry mood as of late. :)
    Hope the fog moves on out and clear skies come.
    R

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