Living The Dream

I can paint a picture with a pen but a song will only scratch the skin.

One day we will meet
At the end of that one way street.
For now take a seat
Relax those feet
Go on get some rest.
Before this day is undressed
By tonight’s nurtured nest
Where comfort is expressed.
Do you have any needs
While I plant the seeds
And pull the weeds
From this garden of good deeds.
I’ll be right over here
Serenading Shakespeare
Through a distant whisper in your ear
That will never disappear.
Time for a new endeavor
Something a bit more clever
Between your never
And my forever.
The pounding in your chest
Might be me giving it my best.
While time is no longer pressed
Even as the sun sets to the west.
In the choir of an angel singing
With a confidence casually brimming.
Hold on to the hope that is spinning
Where the fear of death is waning
When hate went the way of forgiving
And greed turned to giving
Well my friend
That was the day life embraced loving
And the dream took to living.

 

Poetic Presence v.7 / ca. 7.13.16
-Be Love-

Sturgill Simpson / Breakers Roar

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