The Walk

[tectak]

for milo
il miglior fabbro

I will confess and tell my friend
but I will give to him in song
as frogs sing night unto its end.

Frogs sing bass, and crickets blend
their melodies - I’ll hum along,
then I’ll confess and tell my friend.

I've missed my turn, my aimless wend
has led me where I don’t belong
as frogs sing night unto its end.

I’ll meet him just around this bend,
on nights like this no turn is wrong,
I will confess and tell my friend.

But for right now I’ll just pretend
he’s walking by my side so long
as frogs sing night unto its end.

If he’s not in this marsh, well then
I’ll search beyond the wood and on.
I will confess and tell my friend
as frogs sing night unto its end.

Hi true,
I could not help but note that in all the mellee surrounding this piece some crits have decided it is a poem. I agree. For mellee subsitute Malay..It is verging on a pantoum, but is not quite that easily defined.
I am taken by the form, regardless, but can understand, to a degree, the difficulty some crits had with the profundity of the "confess" word. On an historical "information" board in a publicly accessible estate close to me, the word "confess" is used to mean, in 1750,"confide". So carry on.
Best,
tectak