Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
in a world of magnets and miracles.
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary.
The ringing of the division bell had begun.
Along the long road and on down the causeway.
Do they still meet there by the cut?
There was a ragged man that followed in our footsteps
running before time took our dreams away.
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
to a life consumed by slow decay.
The grass was greener.
The light was brighter.
With friends surrounded.
The nights of wonder.
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
to a glimpse of how green it was on the other side.
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
dragged by the force of some inner tide.
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
we reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world.
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition.
There's a hunger still unsatisfied.
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
go down this road we've been so many times.
The grass was greener.
The light was brighter.
The taste was sweeter.
The nights of wonder.
With friends surrounded.
The dawn mist glowing.
The water flowing.
The endless river.
Forever and ever.
High hopes. Junio 2007.
buena frace loko, i like your style good work ;)
Escrito por walter a las 25 de Junio 2010 a las 02:32 AMWOW maravillosas y conmovedoras tus ilustraciones!!!
Recibe un abrazo desde México!!
Escrito por Pablo a las 2 de Noviembre 2013 a las 12:35 AM