If Only For A Week...
In my mind, a piper dawns and plays her songs to me
Her tales match mine of woes and loves and thoughts of only thee
Painful tunes in need of change that greet me every morn
Yet in the night time angels share and gather words reborn
Weary now, and spiritless, no peace, none can be found
Each time I listen for that lilt, a distant calling sound
It drifts on by, not meant for me, to ease another's fears
As time, it passes, once again and months turn into years
Keep reaching high and far and wide from sunrise to its set
Wanting words to join my heart and sadness to forget
At gates of dawn, I see her there, the piper with her eyes
Tearing, as she plays for me her tune of loss and lies
Gathering strength and moving forth, from desolate must seek
A place to stay, a place to rest, if only for a week
A Heavenly Sound ...
I feel her every movement as she greets me in the morn
Her rhythms that I lean to hear when shattered and forlorn
Entice me, make me follow her, this piper and her dreams
Forever an eternity, been searching, so it seems
Her flies me to a galaxy where twinkling lights adorn
Their glowing barely touches me, yet golden I have worn
Angelic faced I do become, in perfect harmony
When e're the piper's spirits fly, I rise, in memory
And float the heavens in my mind, the wars have all been won
Without a care, defeat is naught, am aiming for the sun
The shine and warmth in need of now, to soothe the scars to heal
Tomorrow brings the best to come, and with it love, I feel
And when the dawn appears this next, I'll stand upon this ground
Look up to see the angels fly, full of this heav'nly sound
The Piper's Wish...
The power of each night reserved with dreams, tomorrow's reels
Allows the rise of words to lips, in thoughts of tender feels
When moments reach the piper's draw, each pull "Come closer, near"
She greets me in the dawning love, erasing all the fear
I hear her tunes so deftly played, soft sounds in which to sink
Submerged am I, in fill of loss, the thirst of need to drink
Though reign of rain is seasoned now to cloak me in its hold
It 'tis the look from oceaned eyes caressing hurts of old
Pretence the past, forlorn of once, this heart begins its play
Joining in the piper's wish, her tunes light hearted say
The full of moon, last evening's view brought hopes and dreams to rise
Shadows flickered "whispered touch" to night sleep hypnotise
Wrapping in its golden warmth, before the wane of time
The piper at the gates of dawn, awaits each morning rhyme.
Not really sure if this should of been in poetry. When i wrote it. i did it for open mic but the more i read it back, my poetic side had mirrord it!! ohh well!! What you think anyway?
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