The Musician

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We looked upon a treasure map of tomorrow
and rode a phantom dreamship beyond today’s edge.
Sad ways, sad eyes became the color of time.
When we were lost in some brilliance gone gray,
there were no screams, no cries.
For the heart’s tears fall silently.

Watching from my window, seated upon steel pillows
I saw many who in their fear of death slew living.
I saw a child of the sun, a child sky blue
who found his song in the open spaces
and played a tune, even to those who could not hear.

And they heard a song most beautiful
and I hear it still.

Child of laughter, of sorrows, of smiles
whose dance was endless
whose voice turned the rain.
It is the child in you who plays to be free,
I cherish.