For a moment take my hand
As we run from the madness
Yes, the one that eats at your soul
The clock is ticking
As you start pacing back and forth
Hoping that this demon will rid you
This time you have a comrade
In a war that weakens the mind
As it buries the heart in dark ditches
For once let your smile be the maestro
Rather than the strings of some violin
See, when you let your passion become dust
The world watches as you are spread thin by the wind
For how long will you take on misery alone
When your wings break who will be there to catch you
Let’s burn down this broken down house of pain
With compassion’s flames
Let’s run through meadows
As the sun glistens your hair
Let me watch you dance to the sound of serenity
Show that breath taking beauty
One that has hades needing an oxygen tank
Come on darling be that fairy tale princess
And I will be at your service
Together will swim out of yesterday
And fly into another page of destiny
Let that heart be the pen to a poet
And make tomorrow filled of mystery
If you believe in yourself
There is no storm
That can hold your dreams prisoner
Comments
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I love it! It is smooth and you could get lost in the lines of the story. It is like the painting at the art museum that you end up staring at for so much longer than you meant to because you just cant walk away. =) Great work!
Hello Paul
How are you doing? I just read this and it also gives me a poem in a story perhaps. I just want to say this part in the ending that sticks out in its metaphors:
Let that heart be the pen to a poet
And make tomorrow filled of mystery
If you believe in yourself
There is no storm
That can hold your dreams prisoner
In line one how about this: Let (the) heart be the pen to a poet instead of that. Let me know what you think. Just my wee suggest.
Let your smile be your maestro. I like that line too. That is all the time I have and an interesting write you have here filled with imagery and good thought process. I like it.
Hope all is fine by you and the family
Blessings
Mona