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Fleeting

After The Parade

By SchmalzPublished 2 years ago Updated 8 months ago 1 min read
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We were out dancing in the sky

I saw the emerald glowing in your eyes

A beautiful masquearade hiding in disguise

Friends for the moment go drifting our ways

Where the mind can tell no lies I still see you

Dreaming of the love and the smiles

All of those faces you lit up for awhile

Now lying here alone a poet cries out for home

One who found a road of diamonds striving through the pain

Inspired by desolation and didn’t blink an eye

But the way that you swayed

And the rhythm that you gave

Spinning your life away as if you were lost in time

Dipping to the floor like you had no worries anymore

Letting your body loose broke into a style just for you

Now you're walking the streets your pain has got you paralyzed

Wandering and wondering if you should hang around

Or find another place in another other town

And if the peaks are worth traversing down

Dreaming for tomorrow but stuck here and now

Drowning in pain looking for the opioids again

Reaching for anything to try and find that place again

A state of mind that connected you to the divine

No sense of pain no sense of time

The spirit of love that overtook your mind

Tired of taking a beating from this world of pain

Never knowing that light that shined in your eyes

The love and charm that took us from a world of harm

And would you grab the arm of love hanging by your side

Pull you through the years and dance by and by

To start here again support your dreams to climb

Or wander to get lost in translation by the spell of time

All those hearts you danced away

Hope you find a place to stay

The beauty and the finite that wrap our fate

Dreaming you find a new mountain to climb

Where your sun never ceases to shine

And the smell of the sage carries you to old age

Where the rivers that you find wash the wounds of time

And your journey has only just begun

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Schmalz

Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.

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