Post by celtic stardust on Oct 17, 2011 20:50:38 GMT
found this one in my folders on the computer, since angelg mentioned in the previous poem post to pull one out at random , so I've done that but this is one of the old pieces that I can't actually remember writing! I know it is one of mine though. Enjoy the read... though.
Voices Of the Stars
Leaves of red amber and gold
Dance together as foretold
As the breath of air carries them on
They synchronize one by one.
The boy sits on his porch, staring ahead
Nothing's been spoken, nothing is said.
I sit beside him, wondering why, as
He turns towards me, with a tear in his eye.
“If I could show you my world,
What would you see?
Would you see reality or make-believe?
Would you see the tears unshed every night?
Would you stay in the darkness or turn on the light?”
If I could show you my world, I'd show you:
The call of the nighttime as it cries
And the moonlight sweeping forth from the skies
I'd show you the gophers down by the lakes
And the creatures of the deep which up the stakes
I'd show you the smell of rain before it arrives
The iridescence of the tears that form in my eyes
And with the earth, as the rain falls onto the ground
I'd show you that she doesn't make any sound.
We sit together on the shanty's porch
Wistfully thinking, no names sought
No longer chained, undeniably free
The boy nods, “Now do you see?
I like the dark, its peaceful and true
But most of all I like spending my last days
With you. If I died tomorrow, I'd be happy,
As my dream came true.”
“What was your dream?” I asked him quietly,
He sighed happily “I dreamed to show somebody this.
You see, this is my world, the only one I knew.
Few people know it but now, you do.”
Tomorrow arrived with heartfelt sighs,
Of pain and sorrow, feelings of loss.
The boy I once knew died in the night
I stayed with him, being his light.
Words whispered back to me, from the stars
Words so distant, yet so far.
If I could show you my world, I'd show you:
The call of the nighttime as it cries
And the moonlight sweeping forth from the skies
I'd show you the gophers down by the lakes
And the creatures of the deep which up the stakes
I'd show you the smell of rain before it arrives
The iridescence of the tears that form in my eyes
And with the earth, as the rain falls onto the ground
I'd show you that he didn't make any sound.
Now he is home, peace at long last is found.
Voices Of the Stars
Leaves of red amber and gold
Dance together as foretold
As the breath of air carries them on
They synchronize one by one.
The boy sits on his porch, staring ahead
Nothing's been spoken, nothing is said.
I sit beside him, wondering why, as
He turns towards me, with a tear in his eye.
“If I could show you my world,
What would you see?
Would you see reality or make-believe?
Would you see the tears unshed every night?
Would you stay in the darkness or turn on the light?”
If I could show you my world, I'd show you:
The call of the nighttime as it cries
And the moonlight sweeping forth from the skies
I'd show you the gophers down by the lakes
And the creatures of the deep which up the stakes
I'd show you the smell of rain before it arrives
The iridescence of the tears that form in my eyes
And with the earth, as the rain falls onto the ground
I'd show you that she doesn't make any sound.
We sit together on the shanty's porch
Wistfully thinking, no names sought
No longer chained, undeniably free
The boy nods, “Now do you see?
I like the dark, its peaceful and true
But most of all I like spending my last days
With you. If I died tomorrow, I'd be happy,
As my dream came true.”
“What was your dream?” I asked him quietly,
He sighed happily “I dreamed to show somebody this.
You see, this is my world, the only one I knew.
Few people know it but now, you do.”
Tomorrow arrived with heartfelt sighs,
Of pain and sorrow, feelings of loss.
The boy I once knew died in the night
I stayed with him, being his light.
Words whispered back to me, from the stars
Words so distant, yet so far.
If I could show you my world, I'd show you:
The call of the nighttime as it cries
And the moonlight sweeping forth from the skies
I'd show you the gophers down by the lakes
And the creatures of the deep which up the stakes
I'd show you the smell of rain before it arrives
The iridescence of the tears that form in my eyes
And with the earth, as the rain falls onto the ground
I'd show you that he didn't make any sound.
Now he is home, peace at long last is found.
