When life was a song, and the song a dance
I would dance and sing, and sing and dance
I would find myself in the beat of the rain
When there was nothing left but all the pain
I would climb the trees of time forgotten
When history was made and history forgotten
When times were simpler, and full of life
I would remember those times, in the night
What sounds better than a howling wolf?
Singing about life as a lonely sad wolf
Singing to the lovely lonely silver moon
What sounds better, in the month of June?
High above in golden trees forgotten
A time of dark that I’ve forgotten
A time of blooming in the summer nights
High where I would come
And come to life.
And something a little different from most of the poetry I have written, a little more abstract. I will admit that I just let the words flow, looking for a little something that would give feeling rather than a pure play of words. Those are the poems that when they flow, you repeat them in your head for hours, just thinking about it. I was going for for feeling that anything else, and I feel that I might have accomplished it. Not my best work, by far, but something to share. Any feedback is welcome!
