BEHIND THE GRAY SCREEN DOORA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
I keep on waiting
Display my patience
I see gray clouds
I'm still warm A blue day home In learning how to be And would they Let me go by The only way out
Was where we will move on Is on a piece of wood befelled Cutting out planks Let's bounceNow departed The candle bends aboveRising on waves The dark gray seas
Not anything else That's just good
What I wish for you Oh, I would care If I could come visit
How I am wanting
Waiting a clear day
I see gray clouds
I'm still warm A blue day home In this blue wing Heaven In learning how to be And would they Let me go by The only way out
Was where we will move on Is on a piece of wood befelled Cutting out planks Let's bounceNow departed The candle bends aboveRising on waves Behind the dark gray seas
Not anything else That's just good
What I wish for you Oh, I would care If I could come over
How I go to this high
Which goes to this low
Where there's not
No suns to show thru
The skies everyday
Has graying clouds
They stay beforehand One hope haven't gone before the day's done
Has almost this of the past seeks
So I go run I have found likable a whirlwind Up to the sweet light shines
On feelings Feels undone
Something will stay alright love
Getting cloudier
Along the way going
May-be someday
I'll see sun
May-be someday
I'll see sun On the way
From the edge Of the road By others begot narrow Behind the gray screen door road Lost amongst A space brain felt backward A big dream was time All about blank now Chooses images Generating energy Across a black cloud When will it rain circles On the way back From the edge Of the road For others begot narrow sad Tomorrow I'm sure Will remember Behind the gray screen door road About blank now Chooses images Imaging generating more Across a black cloud just dropping in unconditionalWhen will it rain circles Behind the gray screen door In a colorful location green undiscover"dSide by side with me Somewheres As far as I can tell You look like an angel Carrying something strange Out of sight Enjoying what's left it's almost over nowI'm still warm A blue day home In this blue wing Heaven When will it rain again All clouded increases
Sometimes So ways too soon now
They may stay beforehand So way too down then thru And would they Let me go by The only ways Was where we will move on Is on a piece of wood befelled Cutting out planks sharp Let's bounceNow departed The candle bends aboveRising on waves Behind the dark gray seas Not anything else but hills
I'll see sun On the way I'm still warm A blue day home to this blue wing Heaven right up In learning how to be, to be
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Added on April 10, 2011 Last Updated on April 13, 2022 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |