The sun sets
In reflected glances,
The wind purr's
In delicate dances-
The stars align
Causing a brief pause in time,
Rendering a bright light
To move and shine-
Here, he dreamed
His little dream,
Never self-knowing for certain
Then, what it did mean-
For far too soon
The-End came and caught him,
Taking him back
To where angels fly
Dance and sing-
His light briefly upon earth
So brightly shone,
Where even time paused, just to gaze...
As by us all he flew, on his way Home-
No, he's not dead...
Just gone on singing,
Far, far ahead.
(see ya on the other side Townes.)
Now this is poetry Smoky. I enjoy reading this one a lot. You certainly demonstrate the power and the depth inside that poet heart of yours with this beauty. I must get over here far more often.... You are on my favorites list for sure. Jim Troy
One of the fine poems is this, , , really enjoyed your poem...let's hope to meet at the other shore..
The last three lines make a fine short poem just by themselves! - I like the ideas you are sharing with us here.
Hello Smokey a beautiful poem and a tribute for Townes well written i love the last verse
Nice poem smoky. I like the similitude of Christ. Thanks. Mark Walters
Who knows for sure-perhaps this is just a stopover.You handled a delicate subject with grace and dignity
This blew me away, and the final lines cinched it. So lovely and dreamy..I like it much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amen brother... he waits for you on the other shore!