Stray Birds

What can I do When my muse be away From  me a-shy, Just like the old lady in the moon Hidin ' behind, a Thousand dark clouds On a stormy night. I shudder, I tremble, I shiver when I see the storm a-come Hear the thunder a-roar For no shoulder is left for me, no  Shoulder more, to rest My weary head on. O Dark Ones, I pray You, who are a- marchin ' Are a- howlin ', and a-blowin' Across all lands, Rivers and sea! You, whose dark eyes Clearly see, All that is vanity. If, in some faraway land, My Mary you  sight , Like a  honeybee Lost at the hour of dusk Away from her  lov'd  ones Forlorn and sad Even in the freedom Of the vast forest filled with Infinite flowers. Would you not be so Kind, I pray To take my message across And say She is equally being miss'd At home. But, if you  sight  my Mary A-bloom  like a flower of Marigold At the break of dawn Mist on all her petals unfo

Over the hilly town Under the dead nun's gown Have put it down But somehow Can’t find it now     Can’t locate grave of the nun Under the burning sun But I won't give up Will return when the moon shines And the silver fox cries Find my paper crown I will burn the place down Sit atop the banyan tree Enjoying the off spree Watching the world burn free Cherish the moment Enjoy every last scream People burning while still in their dream   Will dance naked over dead bodies Eat the flesh of children And when I am all fed up I will consider my mistakes undone For god is kind Having a sound mind I shall confess all my crimes Beat up my back couple of times My sins, be forgiven And someday   When I meet Him We shall ride horses made of clay And to Him I would say "It was a lovely Saturday!" -Pavan 14 November, 2010