Here's to the untouched,
the naysayer virgins,
the believers, dreamers and bright eye beamers.
The poets with clouds in their shoes
Walking on gusts of autumn airs.
Humming the tune of a new idea
And sparking the wick of inspiration.
Here's to the inventors,
the birthers of thought
the can dos, will dos and get er dones
Brains in their pencils, cascading onto the page,
Blueprints blotting out
Black splotches in their lives.
Heres to the musicians,
The beat makers,
The Chance takers, love makers and feeling creators
Chanting the tune of tolerance,
Singing the ugly untouched image
Composing the stuff of life.
Heres to the artists,
The men and women
Still starry eyed with wonder,
The backbone of humanity.
Heres to you.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Here's to the untouched,
the naysayer virgins,
the believers, dreamers and bright eye beamers.
The poets with clouds in their shoes
Walking on gusts of autumn airs.
Humming the tune of a new idea
And sparking the wick of inspiration.
Here's to the inventors,
the birthers of thought
the can dos, will dos and get er dones
Brains in their pencils, cascading onto the page,
Blueprints blotting out
Black splotches in their lives.
Heres to the musicians,
The beat makers,
The Chance takers, love makers and feeling creators
Chanting the tune of tolerance,
Singing the ugly untouched image
Composing the stuff of life.
Heres to the artists,
The men and women
Still starry eyed with wonder,
The backbone of humanity.
Heres to you.
