Off on a Lark
Once upon a wayward Soul
Lost in another life.
Memories in the past
Most of them about to unfold.
Dreams may come, many may go
Share a few with friends.
Others have spent their time in thought
But mine were saved, unknown.
Staring across the ocean
Dreaming of lands where I've not been.
Hoping that one day I'd have the ideas
To put those great plans in motion.
When others followed their primary plans
My spirit worked the fertile soil.
The fruits of my labors not forgotten,
I made my life via my hands.
It all began with pen and ink
Plenty of paper by the ream.
My stories told much in way of life
My success was just on the brink.
I wrote for hours, guided by natural light
The hours passed incessantly by.
I laughed, I cried, I saw myself in humor
My heart full of passion, song, and flight.
The world is my personal oyster,
I have lived a full, yet guarded life
In years of relentless cheer
But my heart was never cloistered.
I loved, I saw, I carried a cross
But always, I tendered a fear.
My inner thoughts were never burdened
Long with a personal loss.
Today I seek all the answers
And happiness truly abounds.
Now I'm on the shores of a lake
Still enamored as a dancer.
Life is as it should be
With a smile and artistic thought.
Can we share a cup of coffee
Or is that too rudimentary?