Pendragon
09-20-2008, 05:36 AM
In a Pen, Lightly
If the world should end tomorrow
In a blaze of atomic fire
I will know that I’ve had love and purpose,
And many friends who still inspire
The motes of gleaming poetry,
I send forth from by steaming pen;
About how years have changed perspective
And about how joy begins
Imagine me as a Genie,
My pen a bottle opens like a dish
And the words go forth like boiling smoke,
A whisper, a dream, a wish
Read the lines and find the treasure
An “X” might mark the spot
But until you follow all the twists and turns
You’ll never realize what you’ve got…
Pendragon
© Saturday, September 20, 2008
If the world should end tomorrow
In a blaze of atomic fire
I will know that I’ve had love and purpose,
And many friends who still inspire
The motes of gleaming poetry,
I send forth from by steaming pen;
About how years have changed perspective
And about how joy begins
Imagine me as a Genie,
My pen a bottle opens like a dish
And the words go forth like boiling smoke,
A whisper, a dream, a wish
Read the lines and find the treasure
An “X” might mark the spot
But until you follow all the twists and turns
You’ll never realize what you’ve got…
Pendragon
© Saturday, September 20, 2008