A POEM FROM SIDDHARTHA

Lisa and Jeff

two shining lights

My son Jeff, (who calls himself Jeff Siddhartha Crazy Horse Marr and, sometimes, Squawking Crow), whom some of you know is a wildly gifted poet, recently wrote this song, dedicated to his sister Lisa's daughter, Ali. The music he composed to accompany it is so beautiful! He is always amazing.

My Dreaming-Eyes 

(Dedicated to A.B.)

You gave us dreams with your youthful figure sweet

Walking the byways lost with secret desire,

Your royal robe of gems with your footsteps fleet

And your golden crown blazing with sunlit fire.

There is a  traveler in my heart

I dream that one day I may depart

            My Dreaming-Eyes

            White bird flying

            Across the sky  

Now comes the cooling evening that leads to dawn -

A still shadow on that house beneath the star.

You must choose alone:  are your soul’s steps led on

To wander, through darkened valley, near or far?

How I long to return to the wild

And turn again to a grown-up child

            My Dreaming-Eyes

            White bird flying

            Across the sky  

         Solo

Take your brush;  paint living stars against the night;

Walk wondrous hidden paths on the pale moonbeams -

Lift your sparkling eye to the morning star bright;

Go, my daughter:  you may manifest your dreams.

I lose your hand and I wave good-bye

Then turn to love as I start to fly

            My Dreaming-Eyes

            White bird flying

            Across the sky

            My Dreaming-Eyes

            White bird flying

            Across the sky  

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Wonderful writing, beautiful advice. Jeff kindly allowed me to share this with you. Jeff also composes classical music to rival Mozart's, plays multiple instruments, and sings. He is, in every genre, completely self-taught. He learned to compose classical music from library books, quite astounding. I am very proud of him. He is also a sweet soul, and very hilarious. We cackle together often. We will have a visit during my time away, and I will treasure every moment.

Lisa has also been writing over the years, and has just had a poem - my favourite poem of hers -  accepted for a Canadian anthology. I can't share it here, as it is hers, plus being accepted for publication, it likely cant appear anywhere else. 

Needless to say, I am a proud mama - proud of all four of my chicks, all incredible beings.

The Maestro