Andy Hull - Ghost In This House (by Allison Krauss)
When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.
It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
I sat on a gray stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were as deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
"It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace. "
Never Forget the Day
I walk in the footsteps of living ghosts in hopes to find the places we have haunted. The hello, goodbyes, the tears, the laughs, where ever we left our mark. I find places that have been erased from us, they tore that damn tree down. Winter’s coming, and all the birds fly south, one less thing to be missing.
Words have been written, as they make their permanent mark.
Constantly in search for the harmony I found years ago.
No lyric sung so beautifully like that of the name you sang to me.
From tongue to teeth, as they graced past your lips,
not a more perfect set, as the three you gave me.
On the day we met, introductions were said,
and I will never forget the sound of your song,
the forever echos in my head.
But never forget son, you effect more then yourself.
Your words are like arrows, aimed, pointed, and shot well.
Keep to your heart, where it may be, but remember
remember, there is more than your personal hell.
Live out your life like any honest man,
cherish the past, and honor the day,
for no wealth is greater, than the blessing of the present.
And the sun may set on love that’s been lost, but if you’re
patient and willing son, the sun will shine again.
Then, and only then, will you learn to become the day.
Take note son, and learn all it’s ways, and be there
when the birds and the trees turn to seek for your warmth.
Because from darkness only hatred dwells,
but in light something greater swells.
And when you’re calm and at peace, only then will
opportunity begin to peek.
Never forget son, don’t you dare forget.