Merrily, Merrily


 

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life is but a dream,

If only I could remember the words,

as I drift along this stream.

 

Life is taking me way again,

I know not where I go,

but along the way I seem to hear,

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,

my time here is not what it seems.

 

I can not remember a lot of things,

my writing is obscured by memories of the past,

Leading me to wonder if they really happened,

or are ghosts that seem to pass.

 

Merrily, Merrily I drift through time,

My thoughts are random, nothing seems to rhyme.

 

I see clouds of color in my dreams…

orange and yellow and sometimes tangerine,

The blue of yesterday seems to blend into colors of purple and red,

I think it must be something that I saw or even in a book I read.

As I sat on the terrace.. laughing,

maybe it was something that someone said.

 

Could it be something so small I think,

As a little hummingbird drinks water from a leaf,

When it hits it perfectly,

I see iridescent colors of fairies and nymphs.

 

The world is a magical place,

am I the only one that sees,

and cries at the beauty of life.

 

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,

I drift down this stream,

only remembering the thoughts

from a dream.

 

@Wendy L Zake

Mulege, Mexico

July 2004

 

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