Music is the Message of the World

Music is the message of the world

Music is all the world’s love unfurled

Music is our truth adorned

Music is a love forlorn-ed

Music is dew dancing on grass

Music is pain waiting to pass

Music is the heart that you show

Music is a note that you know

Music is a universal truth

Music is a  fountain of youth

Music is the sunshine of the day

Music lights the path along our way

Music is a place to put our words

Music is life’s stories to be heard

Music brings a child to happy feet

Music finds us dancing in the street

Music has all peoples joining hands

Music has no boundaries in the lands

Music is the message of the world

Music is all the world’s love unfurled

©   DiAnne Ebejer

Dusted Off Words

These dusted off words lie in wait for the placing,

They fell through a hole in my heart long ago,

I can find no path from the floor to the paper,

I’m afraid their journey from here will be slow.

Recycled memories are still ripe for the taking,

To twist, turn and re-shape into poems and prose,

But that’s now a journey they’ve grown weary of making,

Words tire on a path that everyone knows.

So what to do with these dusted off words,

As they lie in wait for the placing?

Just shove them back through that hole in my heart

To await  the slow death they’ve been facing.

©   DiAnne Ebejer 

I Think of You and Me

I think of you and me

every now and then,

and how we seemed to

slip so easily out from under

the reality of each-others worlds.

It was as if we were trespassing

in some foreign land,

seeking out contentious taboos,

or needing a consensus

of what was acceptable.

We seemed to like turning

things of the heart

into intellectual pursuits,

Fishbone diagrams of life.

In looking back,

I suppose I resented

we never had a proper moment

to become fully formed,

or spilled enough truth on it,

to change the outcome.

©   DiAnne Ebejer

 

cracked dreams

She looked out the window

at nothing

thinking of a sky-song

she may have forgotten to sing

in one of her far off

crazy dream-scapes.

She was a moon child then

full of hope and dreams

and plans steeped in

vast pools of her own idealism.

While she happily chirped

her way through her

dream-seeking days

there was yet a sullen greed

in her denials

of all that was

just not going to be achieved.

Things that were

lost to her forever

lay at the bottom

of the well in her mind

refusing to dissipate -

rancid puddles of lost hope

ever dwindling-stagnant.

Now asking if her dreams had

cracked in dry dark shadows

with questions unanswerable

seemed an act of unresolving -

a trope for her own disclosure,

For now, she would just

have to write this off

as just cracked dreams.

©  2012  DiAnne Ebejer

Sitting on a Beach

Sitting on a beach

somehow changed,

I sift my fingers through cool sand

but see no shells,

I stare intensely at the sea

But see no life in the waves,

Sandpipers seem to have

taken their leave forever,

And where are the sand crabs

poking heads out of small holes in the sand?

Sea grapes lie limply on the beach path,

Tall grass stands still in the wind,

I look through the cumulus clouds

No gulls appear,

Looking through other eyes,

I used to see so much.

©  2012  DiAnne Ebejer

Easy Friend

Have I lost my easy friend?

The one I’ve had since childhood

in a ritual of all that is predictable?

Has my heart become too wrinkled now?

To feel any life but only through squinted

eyes that are my own?

Am I weeping only for my own toys?

And the sudden despair of fragile

hopes forever lost?

I’ve memorized my easy friend -

upon demand and when needed,

The strength of the chain

never yielding -

always holding fast.

I do not want to walk

terrified and alone,

Haunted by my wins and sins,

Making fruitless points to no one.

I need my easy friend,

who knows my words before I speak,

And puts that stamp of love

on my soul.

No, I have not lost my easy friend.

One can not lose an easy friend…

They are forever tattooed on the heart.

©  2012  DiAnne Ebejer

Dragonfly

(Dedicated to Sharon who lost her twin . Image by Akaeya Lovely)  

Every day I wonder why

Why you had to say good-bye  

And when I see a dragonfly  

See it fluttering towards my eye  

I know it’s you just passing by  

Passing by to just say Hi…  

©   DiAnne Ebejer