19 Jul The Clown and the Carpenter
Posted at 12:54h
in Poems
Did you ever believe in magic
Remarked the clown late that day
I might’ve believed in magic
But lost it along the way
I could see shapes in the sticks
The sun was even brighter then
But it was all just parlor tricks
And us boys becoming men
Softly goes our innocence
The carpenter did reply
Magic does indeed exist
But not like you or I
It’s in romance and mystery
And not the only way
But in the parts you cannot see
I have nothing else to say
Between pastures rises hills
Where lions roam in dream
Blossoms wilt on windowsills
Moonlight flows like cream
As the cold headwind slowed
Two strangers walk beside
On unclear a dusty road
Thunder rolled far and wide