Drum
of Reverence
The sun is down
And casting its rosy glow
Flees the city over
victory garden walls
Through empty marble halls
A fools moon is waxing
Above wheat-gold hills
And tender blushing maples
of
September and dogwoods
Shelter the snarling blue
jays
Play the drum of reverence
And set the moment into
motion
Cut down the corn
By your earthy hands that
sowed them
Sing aloud the elemental
hymn
Let your spirit drink
The harvest potion
Play your tune to my
hearts beat
And I’ll sing mine to
yours
See the ring around the
moon
See the clouds that near
the shore
Over ghosts of mountains
We will fly
Tethered to the winds roar
Ride the length of the
tide
Keep
You In The Dark
You’ll never know
What hit you today
You’ll never know
What hit you today
Like a bolt from the blue
No words I’ll say
I will keep you in the
dark
Plunge a steel shovel
blade
Deep into the earth
Plunge a steel shovel
blade
Deep into the earth
Cut your short life from
your lowly berth
I will keep you in the
dark
Can you keep a secret
And never tell?
I’ve held my end of the
bargain
Very, very well
Find a place so cool and
dry
As summer dirt
Find a place so cool and
dry
As summer dirt
Throw you in a sack
Where screams cannot be
heard
I will keep you in the
dark
Scrub you raw and peel pale
skin
With a knife
Scrub you raw and peel
pale skin
With a knife
Cut out the blemishes
Scoop your sunken eyes
I will keep you in the
dark
In Its
Glory
As the pearly shell of
winter
Breaks again
And restless dreamers
awaken
A fancy overtakes, ears excitedly
attuned
To the trill of birds in
the coppice
And Venus is shining
Vernal and bright
As Orion fades from the
ever-widening sky
In its glory
The gardener hoes and
rakes the ground
Weeds a tangled plot
The woodcutter rests his
back on soft sod
For respite from the long
seasons chores
The luthier lays down the
tools of his trade
And listens to the new
song of creation
In its glory
Romantics linger in sweet herb-scented
groves
While bracken ferns unfold
like the tents of sprites
And antelope return to
high welcome ground
Winged creatures take to
the air
Like dragonfly kites
And Venus is shining
Vernal and bright
As Orion fades from the
ever-widening sky
In its glory
Chase
the Blues
Too many ghosts are in
this town
Their faces are haunting
my mind
Too many times the east
wind
Shook me down from the
vine
But I’ve gotta keep
walking
Chase those blues away
I’m a stranger in my own
sad story
Outcast typecast to a closed
mindset
Nothing I can do or say
will hide
Shady secrets from the
past
So I’ve gotta keep walking
Down this trail of tears
My feet are aching, heart
is heavy
There’s holes in both of
my shoes
Red sky in morning flashes
a warning
But it’s long overdue
Says I’ve gotta keep
walking
Chase the blues away
Sad,
Sad Summer
See the leaves falling
Green turns rust and gold
In the sad, sad summer
Before the sand turns cold
She tried to warn me
Of the impending gloom
And I just buried my head
In this chaptered tome
Remember glory days
When the robin sang for
you
And everything we wished
for
Was ever so true
Battered by winds that
race
From the east
One crows fodder is
Another birds feast
So the curtain falls
A December days snow
The flowers of love a
luxury
See the candle glow
Flicker and dance
From frosted window ledge
Through barren branch
In waning winters mirage
The
Planting Song
Warm ground has been
broken
By the bronze-bladed plow
And the birds from the
south
Are nested here now
Celebrate! Celebrate!
The momentum of spring
Is in full swing
And the time to plant
Has come once again
Sunflower, Coriander,
Borage and Corn
Melissa, Sage, Rose,
Lovage and Thyme
Let us rake into the ashes
of the dead
And ring life anew, ring
life anew
From the gardens of last
year
That we grew
And let all the laughter
And tears of our labor
Come joyously into bloom,
into bloom
Sunflower, Coriander,
Borage and Corn
Melissa, Sage, Rose,
Lovage and Thyme
Thimbleberry
Song
In the moist lushness
Beside a trickling stream
May brings silky blossoms
Unfolding like pure linen
In my dream
Your nimble arms touch
The forest bed of maiden’s
hair
Under the springing weight
Of Julys seedy abundance
Gems that you wear
Sleepy
Afternoon
Let’s hide our heads
Under the covers
Plump the pillows
And free the feathers
Eating saltines in
flash-lit caverns
Sleepy afternoon inside
Let’s make a fortress
Old chairs and boxes
Deck of no aces up our
sleeves
Crayons, pajamas
Can’t hear knocking
Loud & fuzzy
transistor radio talk
Proud
Father of My Garden
Slow sun is tearing
Back across this beaten
path
Of our tended plot
And behold the bee balm
That tilts its fiery head
Thyme nods
And sage is wise with
tipped hat
Stands beside crepe-paper
poppies
With little left to say
Whispers hello
The proud father of my
garden
Arises now to greet the
day
Thunder marches over
floodplains
And yet distant battles
rage below
‘neath the same sun that
bathes the topsoil
Written in leaf-lines are
the names
Of every aged season
And August weeps and sighs
And the cool moon falls in
September skies
You could have been told
Where on Earth the teasel
grows
Long ago
Sail
Out of Darkness
Greet the growing hours
Good-bye steel-grey skies
Jump up Johnny, Wake Robin
Lift your head, lift your
head
Sweet Cicely, come with me
As we sail out of darkness
This
Last Sad Song
Through night dark and
days cold
I’ve rambled
Like the mistral wind that
blows
Across the grassland
Seems twenty years ago
As the crow flies
When I was a much more
joyous man
Finding you I thought I’d
found
True love
But now you’ve gone
And I’ll be licking my
wounds
For some time to come
In the depths of the city
Through brambles and
backwater
And in the long, long
hours of night
I’ll miss you still
Hope that you miss me too
For I know just how easy
it is
To lay in your volatile
embrace
But like an eagle
I fly best with the wind
and the sky
Rushing against my wings
So good bye, good bye
My sorrows buried with the
stones
Of the earth shall be
And this last sad song for
I’ll sing aloud
But you needn’t listen
All songs written by
Daniel Crommie C&P 2008 New Weave
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