A Busker's Dream
A Busker's Dream
The Wayward Busker
paints a vision
from world-tattered images
of a bard who gropes his way along the street,
leaving Light-Dark footprints
wherever he travels.
Who is he,
this edge-tossed madman
who twirls around
in his kaleidoscope of brilliant colors
and distant dreams?
He is who he is,
and let no one block his way of being
nor try to take away
his life of music;
for it is this sound-poetry which feeds his soul
in a hungry world,
this color-scape voice-land
of forlorn songs
and brightest fantasies
that ushers us down the path to the greatest depths.
Music, dance!
Songs sing themselves
as friendly breezes,
old words riding
on the wings of a tune
while cloud-clowns meander the sky,
framing the artistry
of The Busker's Crescendo,
gradually reigning down
a storm of notes
full of life, sorrow, laughter, tears.
Jim, do not lose hope;
your spirit fills the world
with the magic
of a Busker's Dream.
Copyright © Paula Grover | Year Posted 2016
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