DREAMERS ON PARADE

DREAMERS ON PARADE

Waving bright banners that herald my tidings,
I speak both of love and the passing of time.

Seizing the moment in all its bright colors,
Chanting my mantra with all pomp and glory.

I am a dreamer from centuries gone,
Speaking in tongues on this manicured lawn,

Proclaiming my love with the flowers I’m holding,
Seeking your mercy, your kind affirmation.

For you are a vision I’ve kept deep within me,
A treasure encased in my heart armor deep.
Yours is the memory I cleave and I cling to
When lost in a cloud of nourishing sleep.

I sing through the ages my reckless siren song
And pray for some great go-between to hasten love along.

I dream of you before me, naked, warm and tender,
Your flesh so soft against my own, the sweet taste of surrender.

Waving bright banners that herald my tidings,
I lay my heart open so fragile and frail.
Seizing the moment in all its bright colors,
Running beside you, hot on your trail.

I am one with the jesters, the dreamers on parade,
The fools who end up penniless when all their debts are paid.
I am one with sorrow and the melancholy evening,
Covered in my ashes, drowning in my dreaming.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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