Saturday, October 25, 2014

Moments That Yield

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A simple chord on an old guitar
A sunset sky and a shooting star
Remains of battle in a bloody field
Moments that yield
To nothing or to one
Moments that yield
To what love might become

The outstretched fingers of an open hand
Miles and miles of desert sand
A gaping scar festering unhealed

A rolling wave on a sandy shore
Moods that unlock the inner door
A poison letter signed and sealed

The name of God in a breathless hush
A perfect face beneath an artist’s brush
 A bloody knife too hot to wield

A willing heart and a focused eye
A pair of eagles meeting in the sky
A body torn, its skin all peeled

A hungry mouth and a tender kiss
Recovered joy when you reminisce
A broken statue before which you once kneeled

This song came out of a poem I had written twenty years earlier, and which you can find in my collection "Welcome To My World, Selected Poems 1973-2013"


Certain simple chord progressions
strummed softly on a Spanish guitar

The sudden shift of mood that coincides
with sunset and the fall of evening

The contact of flesh on flesh
speaking more eloquently than language

The sands of the desert stretching to eternity
mile upon mile of mile upon mile

Books that take on magical properties
for the number of times
you have failed to solve their riddles

The movement of sunlight
on water glass skin


Moments that yield to the clutching hand
or to poetry
or to nothingness

If you would like to include "Moments That Yield" in your repertoire, either for paid public performance or to record for commercial purposes, or if you would like to re-use the recordings attached to this blog-page for commercial purposes, contact 
Use of this song, and/or these recordings, for non-commercial purposes, is not simply permitted but invited.

Words and music by David Prashker

Copyright © 2014 David Prashker

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