Complete [boy-Man Poem by Gerard Taylor

When man swallow`s boy within his necktie
And then the left out toy becomes a plane in the sky
So did all his geography lessons overcome his art,
As still he drew his way past the sun and through the clouds
His little voice comes to me, clear and proud
A head once stuck in the sand, a thousand miles away from any plan
That boy hands me back that toy, this ray of light still I see
In the distance, bright as a star in the night
I will always follow that star, like a sheep who was never really lost
Who once breathed through holes cut out of his box
Now free to wonder in space and the desert sands of time
Boy-man no more fights inside.