April's Waltz

April’s Waltz
 
Poem/Lyrics by B. Glenn-Copeland
© B. Glenn Copeland SOCAN 2015
 
April is waltzing with winter
Nursing a flame in her breast
Blind to our plight, we shiver through night
not seeing the light
she offers.
She suffers
knowing her children are sleeping   
 
Deaf to the life that is ending
Deaf to the call of the loons
Bound to our pain, shackled for gain
Full of disdain
for Mother,
each other.
Wondrous the lives in her keeping...
 
Holding us, precious and fragile
Living and dying as one
When will we see how life could be
if love set us free
from old times,
these cold times
while April is waltzing and weeping.

Hello friends.

I have been unable to post anything for a very long time. Partially, this has been because so much is happening in my musical life right now. But part of this has been because I couldn't find a way to express what I wanted to say in this rather intimate blog about the darker side of this past year. Primarily it has been so uplifting, but it has also been so painful. My email is daily filled with pleas for funds, for involvement, for response!

I know you know.

So tonight I decided to let this song, originally written as a poem, speak the pain.

Tomorrow is another day. I will look for the light.