Post by backstreetdreamer on Jan 15, 2012 4:19:40 GMT -5
Between reality and dreams, so many differences it seems
So many ways to wander through the country lanes that we both do,
So many smiles, so many tears, so many unrelenting fears
So many thoughts to ponder on, so much was here but now is gone
So much that wanders on the wind, where once our hopes and dreams were pinned
So much that carried us away, so many rooms, no time to Pray
For every sad relinquished hope, for all those times we couldn’t cope,
So many long gone shades of time, so many poems that never rhyme.
Through sunrise hope to twilight dread, there is so much still to be said
For hours consist of stepping stones, life’s music plays in many tones
And sometimes when life’s music dies, it paints a picture in our eyes
Of patient and serene despair, for every song that isn’t there
For every wish that walked too far, and tripped over it’s falling star
For every wishing well run dry, and every whispered lonely cry
That tried so hard to find it’s ways through shards of long forgotten days
And though the sun rises each day, sometimes we go another way.
Yet even though the night mist fades into so many tinctured shades
That from a manger, from a shed, the dawn is waiting to be led
Down palm leaved lanes of lifted hearts to where the sunrise really starts,
For eyes that look up to the sky don’t have to wonder where or why,
There is no need to carry loads to far off lands on winding roads,
Our load just needs to be set free, no need to burden you or me,
Then we can stroll within ourselves, no more sad unread books on shelves
Our pages opened to the sun, where every dream we need is spun…
So many ways to wander through the country lanes that we both do,
So many smiles, so many tears, so many unrelenting fears
So many thoughts to ponder on, so much was here but now is gone
So much that wanders on the wind, where once our hopes and dreams were pinned
So much that carried us away, so many rooms, no time to Pray
For every sad relinquished hope, for all those times we couldn’t cope,
So many long gone shades of time, so many poems that never rhyme.
Through sunrise hope to twilight dread, there is so much still to be said
For hours consist of stepping stones, life’s music plays in many tones
And sometimes when life’s music dies, it paints a picture in our eyes
Of patient and serene despair, for every song that isn’t there
For every wish that walked too far, and tripped over it’s falling star
For every wishing well run dry, and every whispered lonely cry
That tried so hard to find it’s ways through shards of long forgotten days
And though the sun rises each day, sometimes we go another way.
Yet even though the night mist fades into so many tinctured shades
That from a manger, from a shed, the dawn is waiting to be led
Down palm leaved lanes of lifted hearts to where the sunrise really starts,
For eyes that look up to the sky don’t have to wonder where or why,
There is no need to carry loads to far off lands on winding roads,
Our load just needs to be set free, no need to burden you or me,
Then we can stroll within ourselves, no more sad unread books on shelves
Our pages opened to the sun, where every dream we need is spun…
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
