adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, November 29, 2007

ALL THESE THINGS

The carpenter whose house is falling down,
The chef who feeds his children from a can,
The writer of passioned-filled poems
Who forgets his woman needs her man --
All these things I have been,
All these things I remain,
Seller of dreams and confections
Whose roof can't keep out the rain.

Crown me the king of my wasteland,
Set me on yesterday's throne;
Let me spend my years counting
Possessions I never will own.
All these things I have been,
All these things I remain,
Buyer of Love's every promise
Whose heart can't keep out the pain.

The sinner to proud to confess,
The traveler who won't ask the way,
Seeking my Star of the Morning
Alone on the mountain of day --
All these things I have been,
All these things I remain,
Seller of dreams and confections
Whose roof can't keep out the rain.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

I think this is probably a song. Maybe I'll work on some music for it someday.

1 comment:

Stephen B said...

Well, I couldn't help myself and it was a full-fledged song with melody and chords by dinnertime. I'd be recording some of this stuff if my equipment and studio wasn't all geared toward the remote recording right now. After this weekend, I must shift to getting some of my own songs down.