SONG OF THE DRIFTER BEEN DRAWNTHERE A FEW TIMES FIGHTING HARD NOT TO GO AGAIN GATHERING THE DUST FROM STORAGE COSTING DAYS TO PACK IT ALL AWAY ENDLESS MEMORIES COME ALONG GOING BACK AND FORTH LIKE A VAGABOND NEVER FINDING THOSE ROOTS PITCHING A TENT IN THE SNOW OF THE ROCKIES STANDING IN THAT STREAM PANNING FOR GOLD NOTHING TO HOLD ME IN THAT MAD RUSH STANDING IN THOSE MEADOWS OF FRESH MOWED HAY COUNTING THE NORTHERN GEESE AS THEY FLY OVERHEAD WATCHING THE TUMBEL WEED DRIFT ACROSS THE LAND CATTEL GRAZING ON THOSE MOUTAIN SLOPES AIR IS SILENT LIKE THE GLASIER AGAINST THE HORIZAN FOLLOWING THE WIND NEVER LOOKING AT A DIRECTIOIN DRIFTING LIKE THE THUNDERHEADS UNTOUCHED BREATHING THE AIR NONE HAVE TOUCHED WRAPPED IN THE CLOTH OF THE DRIFTER JUST MOVING EVER MOVING WHILE OTHERS GREW AND SETTELED IN THE DRIVE TO MOVE ERUPTED WITHIN LEAVING THOSE THINGS OTHERS THOUGHT WERE TREASURES JUST A PAIR OF SANDELS A SHIRT AND A PAIR OF PANTS THAT WAS ALL THE DRIFTER HAD MILE AFTER MILE LIKE THE KET BOARD THE SONG PLAYED SHEARCHING FOR THAT NOTE TO ECLIPES THE SUN THE CRYS OF CHILDREN FILLED THE AIR FIGHTS ERUPTED BETWEEN THOSE WHO LOVED WITH A SIGH AND A SHUDDER THE DRIFTER MOVED ON SEEING THE LAST PARADE IN A COFFIN ONCE MORE TO HEAR THE PIPERS NEED TO SEE THE WHALES PLAY HEAR THE BEGGER STANDING IN SILENC NEVER TO JOIN THE RYTHEM OF TIME TRYING TO STAY IN THE SHADOWS WITH ONLY A GENTEL SMILE THOSE SONGS EXPLODED PICKED UP WHAT OTHERS THREW AWAY THE SONG OF THE DRIFTER WAS PLAYED LIFE HAS BEEN WITHOUT ONLY FOLLOWED THE WAY THE DRIFTER LIVED WITHIN THE SONG HAD ONE PAINTING LOCKED AWAY HAD WRITTEN THAT POEM THAT FILLED THE HOLE SOON THE SONG WOULD REACHITS FINAL NOTE THE SONG AND THE DRIFTER BECOMING ONE ONLY THE PASSION KNEW THE DRIFTER
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 13:30:10 +0000
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