All A Dreamer Dreams
Before my paint dries,
I want to see the art;
The art of my life,
The art of my heart,
The art of me
And the unfinished art being done.
Before my ink spills over,
I want to read the words;
The words that my hand writes,
The words that life gave me,
The words that I gave myself
And the unkept words being fulfilled.
Before my flowers wither,
I want to smell the roses;
The roses that bloom in my garden,
The roses that blossom in my heart,
The roses that blossomed through my life
And the thorny roses being worn by soft hearts.
Before the sound stops,
I want to hear the music;
The music that gives me hope,
The music that I love,
The music that loves me
And my music being heard by Mozart in heaven.
Before the universe dies,
I want to ponder about existence;
The existence of black holes,
The existence of the moon,
The existence of earth
And my imaginary friends being existent.
Before the sky shatters,
Before the ocean desiccates,
Before the earth quakes,
Before the fire dies,
Before the sunshine fades,
Before the moonlight shades;
Before my heart stops,
Before it's all gone,
I want to see it all,
I want to read it all,
I want to smell it all,
I want to feel it all,
I want to hear it all,
I want to ponder about it all,
And, I want to live through it all.
Copyright © Guru Krupa KS | Year Posted 2024
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