Parmenion Posted March 9, 2004 Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 A traveller through time he is, With dreams upon his sleeve, A smile upon his face he has, Why? Some can't perceive. And rising with each break of day, He wakes to kiss the dawn, While others rush about the place, He prepares to mow the lawn. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, Spring's scent is in the air, While others type he plucks his weeds, And smiles without a care. A traveller through time he is, Like all, he was a child, Fighting dragons in his sleep, And driving maidens wild! And rising with each break of day, To school he walked and ran, A place away from home to go, The boy longed to be a man. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, As he gazed into the sky, And vowed that he would rule the world, After he'd learned to fly. A traveller through time he is, The young man once a boy, His simple dreams kept to himself, Which made him rather coy. And rising with each break of day, His childhood dreams dispersed, He went to work and years did pass, His time became immersed. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, As they lay in Summer's hay, New dreams flooded with each kiss, And so he bade her stay. A traveller through time he is, His child upon his knee, Spinning tales of gallant knights, Who set fair maidens free. And rising with each break of dawn, He's smothered in embrace, By lover or enlivened child, That makes his smiling face. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, With green knees pressed on grass, And so he smiles and knows himself... All good things came to pass. Dedicated to Wrenwind. For inspiring me to believe that dreams of childhood, though they may not come to pass can be happily replaced. But yet, to raise or children with the belief that their dreams can come true. For imagination and hope are two of the most powerful gifts we can give. Thank you. Um...can someone delete one of these posts please? I go a message saying that the mail was not sent. And posted it again done Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted March 9, 2004 Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 I am honored and glad that you continue to dream and create. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted October 20, 2004 Author Report Share Posted October 20, 2004 (edited) Re-vamped version which I forgot to post. Won me a poetry competition in Ireland for it and a huge thanks to Peredhil for his input and help in getting the best from the poem possible. *hugs* A traveller through time he is, With dreams upon his sleeve, A smile upon his face he has, But why? Some can't perceive. And rising with each break of day, He wakes to kiss the dawn, While others rush about the place, He plans to mow the lawn. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, Spring's scent is in the air, While others type he plucks the weeds, And smiles without a care. A traveller through time he is, Fantasising as a child, Of fighting dragons in his sleep, And driving maidens wild! Then rising with each break of day, To school he walked and ran, A place to go away from home... One day he'd be a man. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, As he gazed into the sky, Vowing that he'd rule the world, Or learn the reason why! A traveller through time he is, The young man once a boy, His secret dreams kept to himself, Like childhood's fav'rite toy. Yet rising with each break of day, His childhood dreams dispersed, The years did pass, in work and love, His time became immersed. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, They snuggled in the hay, Each kiss awoke its own warm dream, And so he bade her stay. A traveller through time he is, His child upon his knee, Spins grand tales of gallant knights, Who set fair maidens free! Now rising with each break of dawn, He smothers in embrace, His lover or his dawn-kissed child, While smiles enfold his face. No wind or rain, just birds and bees, With green knees pressed on grass, With quiet smiles he knows himself... All good things came to pass. Edited October 20, 2004 by Parmenion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted October 20, 2004 Report Share Posted October 20, 2004 I love this. But really, you give me too much credit to mention me at all. It's that Gaelic gift and language love you have that is to blame. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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