…don’t be hasty and forgetful & impulsively toss the poor BAST ard under a passing bus, que?
On a brighter note, I’ve been working on a collection of instrumental arrangements that I plan on releasing over the coming weeks. As lovely as her lilting melody may be, I have learnt from the heartbreaking wheels and deals that nature constantly offers each of us on our individual journeys through life, and though I love her, I will offer a piece of advice for anyone who is joining me on this leg of the trip to the center of the world:
Autumn is a fickle mistress; as such, she will undoubtedly be vanishing into the inevitable flurries that are quite possibly looming towards us just beyond the limits of our visual spectrum. So while it is quite tempting to take her by the wrist as she offers herself up to the Indian Summer & it is equally easy to succomb to her graces as you dance with her whipporwills under the full Harvest Moon, you would be a wise person indeed to decline her advances & instead turn your attention to the necessities required by the more temperamental sister months that lie ahead.
“I will be sweet with my words & oblique with my phrasing / I will respect those around me & reprimand those who would be lazy / for I have this day and of this she concurs / to fulfill all my debts, with my trappings & furs / we will shine like the sun as we mine through the night / crafting quicksilver splashes, blessed be, when the light / flows into the celestial stream / just remember, I told you to save your moonbeams / and although I am foolish & may be a Mark / I will remain true to the Blaze of the Bard in the park / though he sleeps with his head on the last cornerstone / in the morn’ he will wake you with the lilt of a groan / nay, a moan, then a gasp, then a sigh, then a tear / a laugh, and a smile, and a Lily, my dear / for it wasn’t the absence of care that was lost / it was just that perhaps there are lines we won’t cross.”
- Jack Merlot