I am listening to Van Morrison
on an old radio.
I am an Old Person.
I am remembering a Long Life;
a life that no longer exists.
I am entering this moment called “Now”,
and I can take nothing with me.
Van Morrison fades, and the Radio is gone -
gone into something Younger,
a voice I hardly know.
A Younger Voice is singing about Love & Sweetness;
these Guitar Chords have been used before.
the Minor makes the Major all-the-more worthwhile.
It’s an Old Guitar and a Young Voice,
and the Afternoon aches for recognition
as Time slips by.
Van Morrison is gone, and I can’t recall his name.
Young Voices have taken over the radio
and I’m dissolving in a Purple Flame.
The Magic of Love is massaging my Heart,
and I just don’t know What To Do.
Perhaps I’ll just be quiet,
And let the Triumphant Armies of Love
Come Marching right on through.
Tree Indeed