"Southern Cross" as poetry and lamentation

I recently saw in Issa's Untidy Hut an interesting music with poetry posting format that I find particularly appealing: appending meaning to probably a song that may have first inspired it. I like this and will use this format from time to time myself, not unafraid to admit to the impact music always will have on both the way I oftentimes feel and write. It's an effect oftentimes overwhelming. Call these reflections inspired by a great 70s song and band, and all the associated moods.

"Southern Cross" by Crosby Stills Nash seems just about right for my feelings lately about the status of poetry and, more importantly, how increasingly far it's been moved from the lyrical heart. The connection between a song's content and reflections on contemporary poetry lies primarily in its rhythms, vocals and its lyrical impact on the receptive ear. I don't think anyone need go beyond that. However distant I may be from the country and artistic sensibilities that produced it, I encounter in the song's lamentations shadows of my own.

What my reflections are I won't say beyond admitting I suffer from song's  'alienating' effect, seeming at moments to envelop me like a haunting sadness. There are sentiments that just can't be said, too deeply personal to songwriter and listener: "Southern Cross" is one of those ineffables. I respect (and homage) its silent depth.