Unkempt

My mind walks on paths
long thought overgrown by
my own misplaced pain
and lingering doubts

Back to that day
and it makes sense that
I seek such an unimportant day

Back to that day
what can I say

Summer day
sweet fields of hay
long summer day
gentle breezes
that dance in your sway
sweet fields
if you felt the wind
I know you'd agree
sweet
summer day

What can I say
about that day

And to find such an important day
just when it makes sense
about that day

Gone are my old doubts
surrounded by pain
in the unkempt thoughts
and paths of my mind

I hear her say
"Grandpa has passed away"
with such a mysterious tension

I knelt to pray
upon that day

Summer day
sweet memory
long hidden pain
gentle squeezes
that last 'til this day
sweet pain
if I knew the way
I'd let you escape
sweet
hidden pain

It's just a day
not much to say

A summer day
swept away by events
to leave these invisible stains

Memories remain
along with the pain
of this summer day
that seems so far
away.



Unkempt
by Dave Powell
10/17/07