Having faith

For dverse, another excuse to listen to the new Abba songs.

They said they were stuck in a groove
predictable, kitsch,

those times were past,
like youth, a place of memories.

They said they’d never have it in them,
but they showed us we remain

the children we once were,
and our music never dies


Big Abba fan and so pleased that their come-back songs are so good;

Outside the owls are crooning
and the night is flowing
through the silent trees.

Inside the cats are sleeping
and the night is growing
with the southern breeze.

And I am watching stars grow
in the dusky dark,
listening to owls call
and the foxes bark.

Perhaps I would have changed things,
if I’d had the choice;
instead I hear my youth pass
in that strong sweet voice.