Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...
I hear the wind—how sweet! —yet howling near;
Music, its sound conjures a state of trance:
Which serenades and lulls our lost romance,
And makes our memories just disappear;
Come forth and blow away what lingers here,
Yet ere you leave I'll have but one last glance:
Let me lament how I shipwrecked my chance,
Perchance anon one soul to safety'll steer!
The howling echoes well within my all;