I Want To Be
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- Posted on 12/14/19
The Longing For Dreams
I want to be.
I want to be so many things.
I want to take what life brings,
I want to be.
I want to be so many things.
I want to take what life brings,
pinch it up with my fingers and smell the sweet scent of lilac
I want to walk on the edge of a forest
And ponder the ancient mist beyond the trees
I want to be...
I want to be a writer.
I want my words to spin melodies into hundreds of minds
That I will never meet.
And they will know me.
My words will build cathedrals and raise empires
My sentences will rustle the leaves of trees as it rains...
Returning the passion from whence it came.
As a child watches behind a window pane
and reads.
My words.
My refrain.
My words will break walls with thunderous protest
They will steal breath from lips and beat strong in your chest
They will blow like a lonely newspaper in a city alleyway...
and bring the people together anyway.
They will cherish, nurture, rise and decay
slip through cracks in the pavement... grow: find a way.
And I want to destroy their shackles, watch them blow to the wind
whirl into the night sky like starlight on skin.
I want to set them to liberty.
Oh... finally free...
To the starlight they whisper.
I want to be.
And I wish for these dreams.
settle my head on my folded hands and sleep
watching them swirl in a honey jar.
Glittering dust.... each grain is a star
That glows ever so faintly in the velvety night. The summer breeze brings
roses scent in its plight
and the cool waft of ice
and the warm smell of a very old book that was worth it to write.
The jar twinkles in my sight.
I am growing weary watching the dreams softly
curl and swell. Rise and fall like steam...
Faintly... I can almost hear a million voices scream.
And echo right back into me.
I want to be...
I want to seize what living brings to me
A timeless fruit from a forbidden tree
would taste so sweet of melodies.
Yet here I shall be. I softly weep.
Just me... and my quiet jar of dreams.
It glows in the night as I fall asleep
and time takes all I could keep.
I drift away... ever softly sweet.
Roses and pages and icy sheets
voices echo the rafters and don't awaken me...
I want to be.
I wanted to be...
More...
I want to be so many things.
I want to take what life brings,
pinch it up with my fingers and smell the sweet scent of lilac
I want to walk on the edge of a forest
And ponder the ancient mist beyond the trees
I want to be...
I want to be a writer.
I want my words to spin melodies into hundreds of minds
That I will never meet.
And they will know me.
My words will build cathedrals and raise empires
My sentences will rustle the leaves of trees as it rains...
Returning the passion from whence it came.
As a child watches behind a window pane
and reads.
My words.
My refrain.
My words will break walls with thunderous protest
They will steal breath from lips and beat strong in your chest
They will blow like a lonely newspaper in a city alleyway...
and bring the people together anyway.
They will cherish, nurture, rise and decay
slip through cracks in the pavement... grow: find a way.
And I want to destroy their shackles, watch them blow to the wind
whirl into the night sky like starlight on skin.
I want to set them to liberty.
Oh... finally free...
To the starlight they whisper.
I want to be.
And I wish for these dreams.
settle my head on my folded hands and sleep
watching them swirl in a honey jar.
Glittering dust.... each grain is a star
That glows ever so faintly in the velvety night. The summer breeze brings
roses scent in its plight
and the cool waft of ice
and the warm smell of a very old book that was worth it to write.
The jar twinkles in my sight.
I am growing weary watching the dreams softly
curl and swell. Rise and fall like steam...
Faintly... I can almost hear a million voices scream.
And echo right back into me.
I want to be...
I want to seize what living brings to me
A timeless fruit from a forbidden tree
would taste so sweet of melodies.
Yet here I shall be. I softly weep.
Just me... and my quiet jar of dreams.
It glows in the night as I fall asleep
and time takes all I could keep.
I drift away... ever softly sweet.
Roses and pages and icy sheets
voices echo the rafters and don't awaken me...
I want to be.
I wanted to be...
