Tripping the Light
Fantastic.
Tripping the light fantastic,
Your head down to my toes,
Indelibly ecstatic,
A microscopic doze.
Pitter-patter and the latter,
Wakes us from reverie,
Will it stop it doesn’t matter?
I guess we’ll wait and see.
The birds we heard were slightly blurred,
Though voices filled the morn,
The light said, quiet it’s quite absurd,
To natter till the dawn.
I closed the door and what’s more,
Tripped light in twinkle time,
And now that I know the score,
Can write it down in rhyme.
The Fandango or the Tango,
Dancing cheek to cheek,
Sucking on a mango,
Or stranded up the creek.
The cook, cook Kookaburra,
The wailing wattlebird,
The sunshine sends her shadows,
The man lives by his word.
Separate states of sanctity,
Please ease me one more time,
A sign of synchronicity,
The water and the wine.
Then there’s the light in the night,
The mist, the clouds, and stars,
At the first sign of daylight,
Mercury, the Moon, and Mars.
©
David Rudder
2022
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