LANDLOCKED

                                                           LANDLOCKED

 I am a foreigner to my music once again
I've let it drift off to a land far across time
and though I think about the days gone by quite frequently
There doesn't seem to be much chance to make a rhyme

My path seems to have taken me away
from all the dreams I knew, that once, for me, were real
and though I still touch upon those dreams from time to time
they have lost their shiny, innocent appeal

When I wake up now, it's no longer to the music
and to hours spent in rapture of the tunes
The sun above has passed through many seasons
and I no longer feel the call of rising moons

There was a quietness that one filled all my being
and miracles occurred with frequency
until I took to sailing with the landlocked
then was driven by a cold wind, out to sea

Although the soft spectrum of light still lingers near me
and entices me to come and share its song
I am bound to other voices for the time
that simply say to me that it does not belong

Perhaps one day I'll find the wind has changed
and become a constant breeze back to the stars
but for now the visions of the past are all I live by
for there doesn't seem much chance to make a rhyme

*originally written  Thursday, 2/5/1975 at 11 am