A diary entry - a blue song

there is this song that i want to sing you all

not that my voice is good, its cracked

got broken when the moon

looked away. don't blame her

she's not that easily distracted, there was

a real war going on one time

so she turned for a moment to see 

I smile with my mouth turned down

what the noise was. when she did 

my top note shattered. i was sore for a day

or three but i stll remember the melody

 so don't expect clear water

all i got is soft mottled syrup

clotted near the aorta of the harmony
but sweet

liable to break your heart still

yeah i believe i can say that

with humble authority

these lips have chapped

from all the hurricanes  i've blown

all the circle songs

that have raised the dead who  camped in my back yard

but i'm not ashamed of those angels , not me

i got a song i want to sing for you

 something i am proud of.

i'm a lady with a blue song

a blues song made of diamonds, 

ash and water and golden syrup


written by Zena Edwards 2011©