Kindred Spirit

Copyright 2016 by Kenneth Van Camp, all rights reserved.

I sailed today through a pod of dolphins -

Propelled by mighty fins.

Their sails rode waves and tumbling froth;

My sails rode the wind.

What lies beneath that steel-grey dorsal?

If I could hear, what would they say?

What drives them to follow me?

Are they protecting, or is it play?

Together we sailed like this for a time,

Questions unanswered but thoughts aligned.

Then they sailed their way,

And I sailed mine.

 

Rainy Springtime Can't Go Sailin' Blues

Copyright 2016 by Kenneth Van Camp, all rights reserved.

I got the rainy springtime, can't go sailin' blues,

Should be zany flingtime but this rain has got my muse,

Yeah those weather hatin' drops of satan

Got me so my id's deflatin'

Now I'm lacin' up my meditatin' shoes.

I wanna see my baby sailin', just for old time's sake,

Hate to see my baby ailin', when she should be on that lake,

Yeah I'm callin' up my yogi

And some downward-facin' doggie with my sunglasses and croakie

Try to chase away that boagey with my inner peace of cake.

Oh I got the rainy springtime, can't go sailin' blues,

Yeah got my brainy big mind, gonna take me on that cruise,

I could focus on Proud Warrior or hit the bars, be loud and whor-ier,

Or drink alone just feelin' sorrier,

Naaa...ma St'ay in bed cause I can't choose.