Like mist or a daydream real
Made of substance
Can you feel it?
Buildings brown (of in a gray downtown)
In the twilight
Can you see it?
Photographs
Typographs
In the papers did you read it?
Stop and blink
As I pause to think
I wonder does it matter much at all?
Denmark came and a Denmark marked my soul

Songs for a real crowd in a cafe
Full of listeners
Know your tongue
And they know your man
In the crowd now did you see her?
Airplanes
Window panes
And a misting of the viewpoint
Stop and blink
As I stop to think
I wonder would I miss her much at all
Denmark came and a Denmark marked my soul
Muse for damp heart
In a country living softly
Countless walks on a timeless way
In a body filled with coffee
Poetry
Irony
Of the moment
Can you feel it?
Stop and blink
As I stop to think
I wonder will I miss this much at all?