A DREAM:
A wilder'd being from my birth
My spirit spurn'd control,
But now, Abroad on the wide earth,
Where wand'rest thou my soul?
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed--
But waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken hearted.
And what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' misty night,
So dimly shone afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In truths day- a Star?
ALONE:
Then in my childhood- in the dawn of a most stormy life-
was drawn from ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain-
From the red cliff of a mountain-
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lighning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
[1829]
I feel lost like I'm on some deserted highway-
I'm alone and I can't explain why I'm that way.
An impossible concept to grasp, a smooth surface thats been waxed.
Life may be something meaningful, If I could just find the meaning to it all.
I will always remember playing Risk with you and Frisk.
Those late nights we stayed up past everyone--outside in the cold sitting by a smoking fire.
So many memorys, but not enough for a life.
I will never forget your smile, The swaggering way you talked, That simple radience eminating from the energy inside you.
You were a great friend to all, always ready with a joke.
But then it all ended with a simple swift stroke.
a flame extinguished, a life gone away, not seeing past 19, isn't life great?
I was trying to find a song,
That I could sing for you.
But no one has ever written one, the way I would've liked them to.
So I sat down with a paper and pen, and drilled out a soft picking tune.
I seem to feel the same about you, as I do to a flowing stream--
Your always so gentle, so sublime, and always such a dream.
But no, this isn't a song of love, aimed to woo you into getting here with me.
Its honestly about something I can vaguely explain. a Slightly perplexing theme:
About hugs and kisses, hand in hand.
Searching for that ever elusive kudo, a little bit less bland.
We can go out to a movie, maybe we won't watch the show.
Purhaps some little drama of our own, sitting alone in the back row..