Daye 89 / A Little Song

as yesterday ended
a little song
came into my head
like a new galaxy forming itself
in the universe
i knew i had to get it down quickly
before its stars had burned out
wrote a few words
sang it to myself softly
in the dark
examined it
recorded the bits that could be recorded
and left out the others
deleted the parts that i didn't like
i imagined how eno might have recorded it
in 1974
or bowie in berlin
in 1976
pulled it to pieces
and put it all back together again
differently
popped it into my big box of songstuff

this morning such a wonder
came over me
that i had to be outdoors
and for the first time in an age
a stranger smiled and
came over to speak with me
in the park
life and its cycles
god and his religions
the planets and the cosmos
what we are doing on earth
with all our pasts
and presents
and futures
and music
and words
and songs
that are floating around down here
just waiting to be
dreamed into being
i was only half dressed
and had dark lines under my eyes
dirt under my fingernails
holes in the sleeves of my coat
he said that
always something shines from within us
which i already knew
'cos i had felt it all this morning

we certainly must have been shining brightly
because soon the birds
in the park
mistook us for other birds
and flocked around us
nor were they scared off
by any sudden movement or exclaimation
and the animals in the park
must have mistaken us for other animals
because they came and played nearby
or slept at our feet
which is most mysterious