Blog of the Day -- Aug. 28, 2005

old woman, old woman, what do you see
rocking there so quietly
smiling faintly as you weave
back and forth so silently

old man, old man, what do you dream
softly nodding as you swing
are you sleeping as you rock
or are you listening for the clock

do you know the time goes past
fleeing thru the new mown grass
do you see the cresting moon
peering softly through the gloom

do you remember love's sweet song
bringing dusk to waiting dawn
does regrets e're dog your path
do you remember your first laugh

old man, old woman can you tell
my softly chiming moving bells
are calling you away tonight
into a softer blooming night

old man, old woman can you see
who's waiting here so silently
the rocking slows the dance is done
old man, old woman, here's the sun.

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Joanne Nakaya