Listen for the glisten in the words that I speak,
the coruscating glow of my soul is unique.
If you think I\'m a puppet then pull on my strings,
I\'m waiting on a dance I can hear an angel sing.
A cescendo of song is exploding in my ear,
my feet find the beat I\'m a prancing puppeteer.
The dancing is here and the angels delight,
they clap and they cheer as we sing through the night.
As you take flight through the words on this paper,
know I\'m a thief and your heart is my caper.
I can see you smiling as your gliding left to right,
your soaking in my words as I\'m soaking in your sight.
My voice is in your ear and your smile is on my mind,
this ink is like a mirror and it\'s touching us in time.
Catch me now I\'m falling, I\'m streaming down your face,
tears of joy are calling, through the time and space.
The puppeteer is stalling so I\'m crawling on my knees.
I\'m begging father time, I\'m begging him oh please.
Freeze this moment now and forever hold it\'s grace,
cause while you read these words I\'m looking at your face.
I\'m living in forever but forever isn\'t here,
and yes I think I\'m clever I\'m the dancing puppeteer.