ARo of the west
Bluelighter
I write down the words, not giving much thought to the next line
Simply let words flow from my pen to cover the page and envelope your mind
And perhaps once I reach the end of this crooked mile
I shall retrace my steps
And trace back into time
To recover this book
And on the pages inside
Find the words of the boy and the thoughts of his mind
And only then shall I understand what the little boy meant when her first wrote them down
And I’ll cherish the thought of that innocent child trying to make his way in the world
Knowing not where to go
But leaving in his wake
Something beautifu
Simply let words flow from my pen to cover the page and envelope your mind
And perhaps once I reach the end of this crooked mile
I shall retrace my steps
And trace back into time
To recover this book
And on the pages inside
Find the words of the boy and the thoughts of his mind
And only then shall I understand what the little boy meant when her first wrote them down
And I’ll cherish the thought of that innocent child trying to make his way in the world
Knowing not where to go
But leaving in his wake
Something beautifu
