Autology of Song 

The ones with nothing new to offer. Open 

handed pitch like a release from the sky, 

each wing, a fin for the star of an oriole. 

Life's swift ubiquity that’s flying enjoyment 

through supple channels of meaningfulness. 

A place created here that spans between 

as a butterfly with a flight of florescence, 

where it can carry ideas inside yourself  

and learned to be recognized as your own, 

a new piece of you for a mirror of what 

shimmers an eclipse of nostalgia colored 

by the never ceasing flux of lost youth 

which was you, has always been you 

and now having made it there to here,  

sunrise to sunset, it sits with a patience 

you’ve inspired for your place in the part.