When I Have The Blues

No word remains with me Long enough to call my own And as soon as it is repeated, It is forever gone... If it is my intention, I might strike the proper note And set the air quivering With a heart-ache's antidote... But love has wings to fly, Fluttering things take take the sky, Scarcely a moment on Earth Dabbling the air with mirth... Joy will soon run away And you cannot capture it again But you may hold in your palm A feather pricked today... If love seems out of sight, Recall a tune or a word, Sliding down an aura of light, A melody coming from above...