Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Paradise Somewhere - Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
I could write a thousand lines,
And yet still they won't suffice;
For wishing what cannot be mine:
That is a piece of Paradise!
I could bind a billion flowers,
And hope their scent'd steer your way;
While I hold on to the unfaithful hours:
That draw me closer to my decay.
I fall blind at your feet:
All weary from my lifetime fight;
And shed one tear but just discreet:
Lest I walk forth in the dead of night.
They say the kindled hearts
Are lit by their own fire,
And when that fire parts
The hearts do die by their desire!
Heartless, I modified mine own:
For I could not just take anymore;
Replaced it by a stone cold stone,
All ready to face all what's in store.
I've heard them pray, praise and believe:
In somewhere else besides this abyss;
A higher ground that souls relieves:
From all their pain and pensiveness.
I've sought this land far in the West:
And found but fellows who too blindly roam;
For some who'd been for long oppressed,
Were but obsessed to feel a new home!
It seemed that we all shared a dream:
Of a place that hardly seemed to be;
And deemed our own hopes but agleam,
And chased upstream uncertainty!
When I was just about to lose
All faith, a thought of you has startled me,
And wiped away all past adieus,
And saved my soul by serenity.
I sought a haven yet elsewhere,
Thought not to look at where I stand,
Fought far for heaven away despair,
And caught in strangers' lands just sand!
The winds of change on me but blew,
And cleared away the fog and mist:
Therefore I've kenned Paradise with you,
Or Paradise of you yet might consist!
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