Age On a cloudless night I followed a star through the evening sky. I traveled through cold space and time to ride the dust it left behind. Chasing rainbows and climbing rhymes I sat upon a crescent moon, and launched a thousand ships. It is no Beatles tale I write of. Foggy minds and Saturday night delights, but of joy and horizons and God’s earliest sights. Chasing comets I twirled and danced upon a galaxy far into the night. Riding people’s dreams to places far and away. In my world the clock ticks on a wall. Sadly I watch the seasons shift as summers turns to fall. I’ve sat atop no waterfalls, but wish that I could see… my life graced with an honest love. My heart could then be free. But now I chase a rainbow written on a page. The hand that turns it, creased with age. I fancy the ghosts of yesteryear, and in them I can see. A face that once was pretty. A face that belonged to me.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 14:57:01 +0000
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