Do these words have meaning sir? These feelings,
do you know?
in the gardens, shadows lurk with mental seeds
to sow
In the distance, thunder roars...no one explains
just why
but in it's presence, fear is born and tears
fall from the sky
I can sometimes close my eyes and drift beyond
the truth
the first time I felt butterflies...mere pages
of my youth?
A question is the starting point, silence is the
end
perhaps to reach the other side, the chicken
should pretend.
The Gift will come to all one time, as quickly
it will go
but Father Time consumes most minds with fear
of growing old
this blinds most every soul
Walking through a misty fog, emerging from the
cloud
surviving yet not knowing how, an adolescent
child
Imagination is a gift, you know ....a mighty gift
indeed
Most people know just black and white
the gray they do not see
What a gift...a mighty gift....
don't fear the gift, don't fear the
"Gift to See"!