Poet's Song
By sweetbrother
I offer magic and beauty for you if you would only listen I crave to watch you listen, to have you wake up in my dreams, to show you visions of joy and of despair and to hear you call them beautiful I seek to send you on a journey through sunlit glades and cruel hot deserts and through caverns deep inside the earth; you would turn your lantern toward unyielding stony walls and gaze upon dancing figures painted by the ancients, and call them beautiful I offer salty inland pools for your wading pleasure, and just beyond your vision, a deep sea crowned by angry whitecaps where random summer squalls appear, to capsize you and send you grasping for a protective shore I seek to cuddle and caress you, to leave you rolling in dry leaves in autumn joyful like an indian summer child never heeding the threat of winter I seek to move you to tears of joy or sorrow, to see you stilled by awe or rapture then running through my forest ignoring thorns and nettles that might wound you, to pick the sweet dripping fruit I put within your grasp I offer magic and beauty if you would only listen; without you, your attention, your applause I'm just a shadow in the wind. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 12:33 AM PST 0 • 10
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