Pen And Paper (Park Bench Watching) by Walter Jones

I was sitting on a park bench-watching squirrels at play
Thinking of my past life and the words yet to say

Can you find the magic in a heart out at sea
Will you dream a dream for me

Every drop of friendship is want and a need
Each tribute is but a blush to a seed

Rest me a moment on stone under a tree
Feel all the stars bending to touch me

Every drop a trickle from a creek to the bend
Every rock a ripple as the tree and creek are friends

Sustain a golden memory as the sky adds its fame
Raindrops come as tear when we meet again

Can you taste the wonder of life in its kettle true
Just a part of the black before the sky is turning blue

Fire consumes the magic of love as it grows
Passion turns to roses as the two of us grow old

I have been a lover a dreamer of better days
As the clouds clear just above the mountain haze

Sunshine is a mystic song with no refrain
Touch of magic rides the poet's name

Some hear me as I preach from valley deep
Most just smile as I put them to sleep

Can you touch the daydream hold like a ball of light
Can you make a child smile save them from the chill of night

Once I was writer of soft and lovely tales
Now I am just an old man ride the dreams of sails

Ships still pass in the night
Love it is a welcome angels in flight

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Pen And Paper (Park Bench Watching)
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 04-20-2008

Age Rating: 13 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

Pen And Paper (Park Bench Watching) by Walter Jones (Age: 62) copyright 04-20-2008 Age Rating: 13 to 127

Pen And Paper (Park Bench Watching)
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 04-20-2008

Age Rating: 13 to 127