Post by backstreetdreamer on May 3, 2011 12:29:16 GMT -5
When he was small, he walked in rhymes of sun curled leaves and emerald times
When seasons held him with such joy, an inexperienced little boy
That drifted with his head in dreams around the back streets where it seems
He felt the poetry of life, its wondrous joy and transverse strife,
He watched each early morning cry, a cloud drift silent silk goodbye
That touched him in so many ways, those long gone painted antique days
When every one held some new sight, a backstreet dreamer’s pure delight
His God carved visions held his hand, and led him to his grown up land.
He walked the sea shores as he grew, upon his quests for something new
Glazed sunbeams on a crystal sea, reflections of his life to be
Forest Cathedrals soaring high, that carried him on whispered sky
To places he had never seen, uniquely veiled in melted green
And birdsong mirrored in his eyes, so much of life’s unseen surprise
Sometimes he’d stop and bathe in peace, and hope that it would never cease
But pages turned and turned again, from sun to ice, from warmth to rain
Yet all in all the journey’s smiles made up for all it’s shadowed miles.
And sometimes when the night was still, he’d search the stars from on his hill
So many hopes so many dreams, so many pin point light stitched seams
So many times he’d wished for more, another place, another door
A silver voice upon a phone, no more would he feel so alone,
For hearts touch hearts over the miles, so many ways to see her smiles
So many ways for dreams to touch, with just one way to love so much,
He set off for their rendezvous, he knew that was the thing to do
The backstreet dreamer’s tears are gone, but still his poetry wanders on…
When seasons held him with such joy, an inexperienced little boy
That drifted with his head in dreams around the back streets where it seems
He felt the poetry of life, its wondrous joy and transverse strife,
He watched each early morning cry, a cloud drift silent silk goodbye
That touched him in so many ways, those long gone painted antique days
When every one held some new sight, a backstreet dreamer’s pure delight
His God carved visions held his hand, and led him to his grown up land.
He walked the sea shores as he grew, upon his quests for something new
Glazed sunbeams on a crystal sea, reflections of his life to be
Forest Cathedrals soaring high, that carried him on whispered sky
To places he had never seen, uniquely veiled in melted green
And birdsong mirrored in his eyes, so much of life’s unseen surprise
Sometimes he’d stop and bathe in peace, and hope that it would never cease
But pages turned and turned again, from sun to ice, from warmth to rain
Yet all in all the journey’s smiles made up for all it’s shadowed miles.
And sometimes when the night was still, he’d search the stars from on his hill
So many hopes so many dreams, so many pin point light stitched seams
So many times he’d wished for more, another place, another door
A silver voice upon a phone, no more would he feel so alone,
For hearts touch hearts over the miles, so many ways to see her smiles
So many ways for dreams to touch, with just one way to love so much,
He set off for their rendezvous, he knew that was the thing to do
The backstreet dreamer’s tears are gone, but still his poetry wanders on…