Gregory’s Song
By: Bree Donovan
All of love is contained in song
The rise and fall of one, long
Road rising, wrote about
Music I cannot live without
How can you be gone?
A distant spell, a faraway kingdom
I recognize a prince when I see one
Your hair Rapunzel spun gold
Possessing the azure eyes of an old soul
The sweet, slow talkin’ man of Macon
The world grabbed at you
Pushing and possessive of something new
Dangerous days of poison in your veins
How should a humble prince handle the delirium of fame?
By writing outside the lines we all held to be true.
Fourteen battles fought no need for fifteen!
Noble and valent, your royal blood pristine
There should have been more time for love
Now that the highway wasn’t so tough
Nothing is more precious than serenity
I long to hear your bewitching laughter
The soulful voice rising to the rafters
Shake the solid, ancient foundation
Walls of ignorance and predisposition
You made us believe in happily ever-after.
The shrillness of silence is all around me
Each act of prayer whispers my mortality
I have the headphones on, I’m laid back
A faded poster on a wall, a full CD rack
Oh the honeyed music from the low country!
Goodnight sweet prince of the blues
Oft times a poet, a rogue, always a gentle man of truth
I am no longer a dreamy child
Life has rendered me timid and mild
But I hold in my heart an image of you;
A golden sun forever circling the moon
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