The window creaked. I heard the breeze
My mind was what I must gently ease
I grabbed a pen, trying to write something worthwhile
I turned on the radio, and cracked a smile
I sat at my desk, thinking of themes
But I drifted off as I wrote, sweet dreams
I went to a land of magic and splendor
Though part of me says I'm just a pretender
It's Spring and I can feel the sun
I can see a swingset, and a child having fun
It got brighter, and the heat rose fast
I wondered how much time had passed
I watched this boy as I sat under a tree
Recalling the way things used to be
I sat for hours until I finally noticed something strange
The season, it began to change
I saw leaves of orange and grass of yellow
But near the tree, just like the other, I saw this fellow
He sits and reads about the future
Feeling the wounds he must one day suture
Finding things he must one day revive
And dying, just to feel alive
I walked up to pat his shoulder
Winter's coming kid, and it will be much colder
And I left the boy with that simple quote
And, before I left, as well, my coat
So I walked as the breeze continued to blow
But soon the leaves turned into snow
The ground turned as white as the sky
When I turned my head and heard a cry
And snow like tears to the earth would douse
And I looked up, and saw a house
I floated to the window and I saw a shadow of someone sleeping
It was a boy, not much older, in his pillow, weeping.
I watched him lay there, feeling dead
I slowly moved and approached his bed
On his table I placed my ring
And told him to hold on until it was Spring
And I whispered everything will be alright
And I gently kissed his head goodnight
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
The window creaked. I heard the breeze
My mind was what I must gently ease
I grabbed a pen, trying to write something worthwhile
I turned on the radio, and cracked a smile
I sat at my desk, thinking of themes
But I drifted off as I wrote, sweet dreams
I went to a land of magic and splendor
Though part of me says I'm just a pretender
It's Spring and I can feel the sun
I can see a swingset, and a child having fun
It got brighter, and the heat rose fast
I wondered how much time had passed
I watched this boy as I sat under a tree
Recalling the way things used to be
I sat for hours until I finally noticed something strange
The season, it began to change
I saw leaves of orange and grass of yellow
But near the tree, just like the other, I saw this fellow
He sits and reads about the future
Feeling the wounds he must one day suture
Finding things he must one day revive
And dying, just to feel alive
I walked up to pat his shoulder
Winter's coming kid, and it will be much colder
And I left the boy with that simple quote
And, before I left, as well, my coat
So I walked as the breeze continued to blow
But soon the leaves turned into snow
The ground turned as white as the sky
When I turned my head and heard a cry
And snow like tears to the earth would douse
And I looked up, and saw a house
I floated to the window and I saw a shadow of someone sleeping
It was a boy, not much older, in his pillow, weeping.
I watched him lay there, feeling dead
I slowly moved and approached his bed
On his table I placed my ring
And told him to hold on until it was Spring
And I whispered everything will be alright
And I gently kissed his head goodnight
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