Tale From A Lost Boy.
Look beyond the storm that is dearing dire,
Some heart burn like a burning flaming fire;
Eager waves crushing his dreams, and nightmare
feels warm inside cozy dreams of morrow.
The little long lost child in a lost world,
With shadows scribbling on the country walls,
He, with a silent whine, but fate was lost;
Naïve you could say. But he slept without rest.
Like a large lidded cup, so is his world–
Overwhelmed with casualties like blotted
bottles. But he was the blurred sunset mist;
And the porthole he couldn't see was clear.
He was a boy that sleep under the bridge,
With natural waves wailing while he wrap
with cold, and sunrise strip his rumpled sleeve,
His warm was worm with worn out celestial.
Daddy slept in cozy dreams, mummy slept
on comfort beads. He was lost along day
and the breath they breathe was the atmosphere
'cause peace with them seem a piece of bare waves.
"words from the innocent mind"