Journeys of A Man

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Suede jacket, wrap around me like a blanket
hold me close, until I close my eyes
until I fall asleep, until I dream
Dream of colorful things
flower blooms, the night and the moon
I meet you there, from the porch I stare
It was a home cooked meal
It was how I could feel
it was the wind off the fields
It was the flower's smell.
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them even now?
They have left us with these memories.
In the chair on the porch I will swing.
Wind, leave me before this storm.
The storm is close, so close I can see it with my eyes.
I shall stand tall, until I reach my dream

Generations come, more will soon follow
Lift me to Heaven, save me from the fire below.

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