Drips of a dream found in these tears
No sadness love is all I can hear
The voice of the soul whispers in my ear
Falsetto sounds in the tune
Gave life to the muse
She has me thinking of you
Never to be a brother, Never to be a friend
In the cycle of life, I hope to pass you again
One color in my pallet is all I need
For the pictures that you sing
Setting the sound free
If I chose to be anyone it wouldn't be you
I would be the muse just to see what you do
To see the alchemy of a creative groove
Never to be brother, Never to be a friend
The story is not over when the light comes on at the end
Copyright ©2017 Thomas Dooley
- Author: Thomas J. Dooley ( Offline)
- Published: November 26th, 2017 16:56
- Category: Unclassified
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