Morning Becomes Electric

Sweep back the curtains of guardian time
To free the world of rhythm and rhyme
Cascading through fields of thundering rain
In gray morning light at the break of the day
Soul humming with sonorous warmth and delight
Like watercolor paints splattered across the canvas of life
Free as a peregrine soaring through the sky
As bounded by rules as a meteor's ride
Naught can pin down a thing that is free
Or try to clip its flying wings
For that is folly of the highest degree
Like trying to tame the stormy seas
Or telling the sun not to shine in the sky
Or telling me where I'll go when I die
For I will join up with all the winds in the trees
And be one with the colors of the falling leaves
And live on in the blossoming passion of spring
In apples, their juices, and all the sweet things
In blossoms and nectars and dragonfly wings
In peaches and honeys and chimes on the breeze
I'll be in the moist soils and bubbling brooks
And across the slopes of the valley, the horse's hooves
I'll be in the crystalline twinkle of stars
And in the sigh of the air and folk guitars
So while I can listen to the rain on the roof
And enjoy the uniqueness of a single tooth
I won't feel bound to follow your rules
That restrain the spirit and dampen its shine
So don't even try to put a stop to my rhyme

And when the clock strikes twelve!
And the bell tolls its cadent hymn
Across the streets and lanes of quiet
With slow resounding vim
The sleepy dreaming thoughts
Of memories and age-old whims
Will slide away into the sky
And leave the sleepers free again
Without the hurt of painful fears
Without the layers of dusty years