A Boy With Old Man’s Eyes

Silently night touched the shore
Like starfall before my door
I drew with white
Silent whisper of a northern lullaby
Beneath the path of weeping dawn

The poet’s hand still writes the tales
For a memory, a secret dream
A child so pure sailing the waves
Of a lone restless sea

Beneath the white
I wrote this night
For a boy with sad old man’s eyes
Sharing through life a song
It will flow through the heart
With a petal and lonely kite

Wind brought me there once
To the lonely shore of ever withered time
Where the river still flows
Through the lost poet’s rhyme

A song of me, last snowflake’s charm
Frozen tear in a child’s eye
But a dream, a wish, a smile
Beyond the dream I wish to fly

Midwinter awe, December night
A memory I wished to be
But an ever real dream of a poet’s heart