Dreamer Man
There sits the dreamer
Isn’t he a fool
As he perches upon the balcony rail
And stares into the black oblivion
Companioned with a soulful lyre
Whose notes when strummed cause the stars to cry
The half moon rising with a rusty glow
Shading half of the old mans face
Sitting strumming
Envy the man
Who dares to dream.
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2010
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