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Saturday, June 8, 2013

A Journey

Whispers echo within the sleeping mind
Their voices utter words of inspiration
Steadily the attempt to supply
Readily deciphering trying to apply
Starting to transcribe with all perspiration
The lyrics of sleeping head so sublime

There was a boy who developed tirelessly
Towards a goal proceeding forward endlessly
His labors left him with an empty gestation
That in time would come into full manifestation
He was a maker of rhythmic words
A quilt weaver with threads of nouns and verbs

Each and every day he sought to do more
Then the diurnal rotation of before
With colors that ran the gamut
And hands expressing artistic depth
He`d delve into the deep mental store
He`d look in darkness for the lost Lenore

With no raven in sight, he comingled with the night
No safe haven with warm light, caught in his perilous plight
Still each day inside the subconscious realm
He`d steer his craft, a captain at the helm

Using quatrains as fine dye
Inspecting meter with the eye
To ensure each quilt and product built
Was given every inch of love that he spilt

Many enjoyed the heartfelt works of evocation
Expressed by the fullness of his dedication
Then one day he found, as weary feet traversed the ground
That his mindset was turned around, now a man, without a sound
He was moving in a brand new direction
On a quest for the epitome of perfection
The apex of which was still far away
To the vertex, he`d head without delay

With no less than every drop of imagination
He`d never stop pursuing absolute creation
Searching for daily gifts of motivation
Practicing the craft with no cessation
Even if the world and life passed him by
Like a white cloud in the vast blue sky
Reflecting in a young hopeful child`s eye
So his word could live even if he did die

The man had grown for a youthful stage
Matured into peace, no longer filled with rage
A thought had grown within his chest
Generated from the organ behind the breast
In all his actions and attempts to find
Something he sought and thought was so divine
With all the love into rhyme he had invested

Someone TO love him, had never manifested

Composed By: Andrew Drucker