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String of Pearls V
I look to see the road rise up
Touching the pale blue of sky
Hedged by trees
Aflame with autumn’s fire
Which frame it’s either side
And I rise too
On rolling hills as I drive
But no matter
The blue and road are always before me
I can't escape these earthly bonds
Though my spirit feels at one
And I would seek to soar
My mind takes wing
In daydreams and imaginings
And would be at one with all things
But I cannot change the course I’m on
Any more than worry about frontage roads
And wither they go
Though parallel
They serve different need
As do I
From the far sweep of dreams
Mine but to stay and play my part
My small role
In the vast sea of life around me
And though I would touch it all
I cause but a ripple in the pond
Knowing not the farthest shore
Nor seeing beyond the far horizon
Except in dreams and imaginings
When spirit soars
And no is an unheard word
***
The magic of children is boundless imagination
The tragedy of adults is they seek to forget
And
Like a broken strand of pearls
Lie my memories of you
There are moments shared
In heart and memory
Left graven upon my soul
Tho' shattered as glass upon the floor
For memory or fragmented dream
Always come back to haunt
The bittersweet in me
Touching the pale blue of sky
Hedged by trees
Aflame with autumn’s fire
Which frame it’s either side
And I rise too
On rolling hills as I drive
But no matter
The blue and road are always before me
I can't escape these earthly bonds
Though my spirit feels at one
And I would seek to soar
My mind takes wing
In daydreams and imaginings
And would be at one with all things
But I cannot change the course I’m on
Any more than worry about frontage roads
And wither they go
Though parallel
They serve different need
As do I
From the far sweep of dreams
Mine but to stay and play my part
My small role
In the vast sea of life around me
And though I would touch it all
I cause but a ripple in the pond
Knowing not the farthest shore
Nor seeing beyond the far horizon
Except in dreams and imaginings
When spirit soars
And no is an unheard word
***
The magic of children is boundless imagination
The tragedy of adults is they seek to forget
And
Like a broken strand of pearls
Lie my memories of you
There are moments shared
In heart and memory
Left graven upon my soul
Tho' shattered as glass upon the floor
For memory or fragmented dream
Always come back to haunt
The bittersweet in me
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