Tell the Children of the Forest

A Poem By Flying Past Clouds // 9/2/2013

I stand on the shoulders of my idols
I breathe in another atmosphere
I am marked with a kiss and a blessing
The winds ever at my back

The winding road ahead is mine
The winding road ahead is new
The winding road is paved with dreams
I will never let them be regrets

I am a summary of failures
Stitched together parts
A Frankenstein of someone's creation
Yet they forgot my heart

I stand on the shoulders of my idols
The gods of their own universes
Will I rule the world with you?
Can you hear me whisper yes?

Fantasy is a dangerous road
Will you help un-blur that line?
I have the chalk to draw a new one
Poetry was an outlet

I no longer fear her
At least, when I'm with you
And we're always connected by the heart
As testament from the moon

Will you rule the world with me?
I stand on the shoulders of my idols
As testament from the moon
The gods of their universes

Comments

:)

This was so beautiful. The imagery was great, and for some reason this really touched me. I especially loved

The winding road ahead is mine
The winding road ahead is new
The winding road is paved with dreams
I will never let them be regrets

and

Fantasy is a dangerous road
Will you help un-blur that line?
I have the chalk to draw a new one
Poetry was an outlet

little woman | Mon, 10/14/2013

The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
-G. K. Chesterton

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