Eduardo Speaks

It was an old barn, empty for years that passed, and many to come The only thing that dwelled in the old run down shack was his ghost Once a romantic poet, he spoke in verse and addressed the mind itself For a good heart always follows a healthy mind He wrote of prophecy and pain to be Of love and affection to cease Yet time itself played against his pen He wrote and wrote, but stoped for his ink drew blood A romeo, proclaimed his rhyme He always wrote for his beloved Bear And til this day he write in the skies for her The clouds take form of letters and shapes of hearts Eduardo still writes of her name, and the stars recite They sing to her, to her ears and soul "Alley" eduardo spoke