Lamp in Heaven – July 2023

Whistle in the cool air
Waiting and waiting
But tomorrow never comes
Death remembers my name

Daughters of the field
Dressed in trim with
Fleeced frocks of green
Tell me the first cut is always the deepest

Mystic chords of memory
Ski the slopes of my mind
A sorry season for exercise
There’s no hill more harsh than that feeling

Practice your youth
Until your heart goes to mush
And loses its pitter-patter
Beauty is the breath that chokes

Gems in the sky
Spell out her starry name
Apple-bottom bliss fades
Like a lamp in heaven