2 Ink and Paper

The Poet sat by the river

Listening sounds of nature

The child bare feet in the grass

Eyes smiling, the poet cries

In their heart rain already fell

One hides it,

The other can’t

Me sitting by the river

Ducks and ravens in my ears

Alone, the child gone away

Heart bleeding I couldn’t cry

My feather scratching on paper

Had a dream,

I fear it’s gone

Never thought happiness would come

Once Hope was my only friend

Forgot future, never the past

Can I have this dream again?

Now falling, first drop of ink

Boy in me, never a Man

A Poet, my only wish

Making words I hope you’ll hear

Wandering again,

Writing forever

Can’t I have this dream again?