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When once I was a boy
When once I was a boy,
And inside my mind was closed
To the world wide,
In all its glories told
And these stories that were sold,
The giddy days
Innocence in my small ways,
Shattered like the spell
Of youth,
When judgement clouded truth
Not proud of myself,
But on this windy bench
I sit, still as the sun
When the warm thoughts flood,
Of love, forgotten
But not yet buried,
Peace, lay me down easy
I have grown stronger, and
Prayed freely on the nave
Of the summer's blaze,
As the shackles ceased
And the dark tears sapped,
I look forward, toward the sky
Perish blackened sight and sigh,
To the gentle sway
In my heart it shall always stay
And remain, tamed
On the crystal shores
Of autumn, memory and misted
Panes, these mythical plains sustain
No more, this sense is brave
And lost images framed
My soul forgave
Extinguished, those troubled flames.
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