07/05/2025
I spent the last part of my birthday yesterday expanding upon a lyrical poem I wrote years ago for a song I composed (yet to record 😅…)
It is my gift to share with others in gratitude for this gift of a new day.
Also as a thank you to all who reached out and showered me with old school contact.
Big Hugs to you all and I still have some calls/msgs to return to the brethren of my beloved humans who I look forward to chinwags with! 🙏😇❤️
I hope my poem finds you. Holds and emboldens the folds in you….sweet readers of the day. My beholders. The ultimate destination of my poetic purpose….🙏😇❤️
‘QUIET QUAKE’
I place my heart upon this stage.
I lay to rest internal rage.
Without you how can I sing praise?
How can my tears fall in your lake?
My love. My will. Make no delays.
To grieve no more in sweet embrace.
The hidden touch. Souls seek a place.
Release the dove.
From the world’s empty cage.
But I am just a man with a dream.
A dream that I could bring to life.
But without you it is nothing it seems.
I am nothing but nothing
Without you by my side.
But I am just a man fighting greed.
A greed than runs real hot on pure lies.
But without truth nothing seems quite right.
No set to get you free.
From the dark that bleeds you dry.
I pray to know your heart.
I pray to heal my soul.
It seems that I just fall apart.
When I see nowhere to go.
I pray to grow my heart.
I pray to find your golden parts.
It seems I don’t know where to start.
When I do see nothing but hungry ghosts.
I pray to know your heart.
I pray that I can free this well.
That brims with the quiet quake that drums.
Your quake it simply spells.
Love it knows my heart unbroken.
I pray that you have the key
To free myself from the quietest quake
Love makes big shakes.
Its kindness carries breeze.
I pray to find the heart of joy.
To share its wholly wholesome seeds.
As quakes do quietly crumble inside.
To the beat my hopeful heart believes.
Slowly growing up fast. Never easy.
Just ask the tallest trees.
You really have to stand your ground I’ve found.
After every Autumn strips your leaves.
Only when bright light moves you forward.
Seasons of hateful dark recede.
If it’s warm and true.
You can push cold through.
For light is not for hiding beautiful hues.
So please can you tell me why oh why.
You are under a bushel.
Instead of lighting the sky?
My love
The apple of my eye.
Your ground is trembling.
As I move the mountain aside in you.
In the blink of a firefly
Right there inside.
Underneath your hurt.
Light as forgiveness
Your inner child rises.
Daimen Jon Carlaw
