Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
My love, it's only when I'm close to you:
I can take off this freezing mask of mine,
And let you look into my soul divine;
Aflame would lit if only others knew.
My life, I'm not a fan of being blue,
But it's just easier to in dark recline—
Although I often long for light, or pine—
Since light, alas, makes my clear sight yet skew!
I know at times my outlook complex seem,
'tis still to me as simple as could be;
I promise though to do the best I can,
To let you in my never waking dream:
So you could see what 'tis to be like me;
Oh, hell! I guess ...
Memories still lead us to lose our hearts;
And having lost all: we surrender our souls,
And render but nothing that may leave us apart:
In hope to once more set love as our goal.
Memories always slide into our lonesome minds;
And while we try not to, we wind up giving in,
And let them consume, and to the past us bind:
To have a glimpse of life and where it all did begin.