Keynote is part of The Three Notes Trilogy, also featuring companion pieces, Forenote and Endnote. All three have been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Keynote by Richard Charles Stevens (The Last Suite)

Listen to The Last One by Audiomachine (FIA730 Remix)

Cover my eyes
To recover the smile
Undiscovered awhile
Mother Nature’s green earth is defiled
(Colour my eyes)
Cover my ears
So that I may then hear
The arrangement of yesteryear’s cheer my dear heart once compiled
(Colour my eyes)
.
Lay rest to my fears
And colour me blind
Stay abreast of my tears
Each a fresh souvenir
Of the life I left some way behind
As I leapt with my legs now untied
.
Kept as I slept through tomorrows resigned
To the sorrows unkempt in the dunes of my mind
Resume was well timed
Offered proof of a life
Disillusion denied me to live
To remind the horizon to lift
To remind the horizon to lift
(Colour my eyes)
.
At the height of the mist
Felt entitled to give the impression of freshening flight
Aside from the deafening voice in my head
Which had beckoned through deadening plight
.
My cheeks were reddening
Industry strengthening
Sweet in their gesturing
Free from unsettling slight
(Colour my eyes)
I covered my eyes
To discover a sight
That was seen as accrediting sign
To recover the smile
Undiscovered awhile
My pale skin was embellished in pine
.
Here I could go fly a kite
Find a faraway oak tree to climb
Hang from a rope swing
Reposed when foreclosing
Emotion provoked then declined
Seeking the motion devotedly chimed
By the opening hereby inclined
From the peaceful keynote of my mind
(Colour my eyes)
.
Cover my eyes
To recover the smile
Rediscovered awhile
Mother Nature’s green earth redefines
(Colour my eyes)
Cover my ears
So that I may revere
The arrangement of yesteryear’s cheer my dear heart redesigns
(Colour my eyes)
.
Lay rest to my fears
And colour me blind
Stay abreast of my tears
Each a sweet souvenir
Of the life I see some way before me
(Colour my eyes)
As I speak in ellipsis
Of infinite kiss
To foretell never-ending true story
(Colour my eyes)
.
Cover my eyes
To recover the smile
Rediscovered awhile
Mother Nature’s green earth redefines
(Colour my eyes)
Cover my ears
So that I may revere
The arrangement of yesteryear’s cheer my dear heart redesigns
(Colour my eyes)
(Colour my eyes)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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