One Poem by Bernard Pearson

 

Song for Bobby 

 

Hey, hey , Bobby Dylan 

I wrote you some lines 

You showed us the road 

But you left us no signs 

 

You said this way 

You must travel alone 

The truth it’s inside you 

And its one you must own 

 

You’ll meet many folk 

Along the highway 

Maybe  I  will see you 

On the judgement day  

 

When  the weather is fine 

But the hour may be late 

We’ll be   hungry and tired 

As we  wait by the gate 

 

With  angels and  demons 

Both dressed the same 

Asking  for forgiveness 

And calling his name 

 

There’ll  be Helen of Troy 

And  Red River girls 

And spirits of Ecstasy 

In diamonds and pearls 

 

But  the  truth is when the time 

comes we will all turn to dust 

and our  iron hearted  souls 

will crumble and  rust 

 

Unless  we admit that 

Our  hearts are on fire 

And  our Ozymandias 

Has died on the pyre. 

 

We’ve  called you names 

Like Jokerman Jack 

But  the trail is ahead 

There’s no turning  back 

 

So  my  friend through the 

Fog   we  see there is light 

I  hope  that  we will meet again 

At the end  of  the dark night

Bernard Pearson-His work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone. work coming up in Big Easy, and Orange Blush In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer and Prize winning short story writer

website www.abookatberntime.uk