Posts Tagged ‘Stranger’

A new nomad comes to town,
A feathered chapeau,
A ripped coat,
And a silver tongue,
They say he is a wandering maestro.

His guitar is a sight to behold,
Well-used and with prismatic countenance,
It pulses with powers unseen,
A simple coin in his hat,
And you open yourself to untold marvels,
His music will show you the way.

Sit down and have a listen.

Dreams are his gift to you,
Each chord is a promise of hope,
Each strum of the guitar,
Sends dreams of paradise up on wings,
As he continues to play,
Your soul ignites with inspiration.

Why does he do it?
Dreams are his way of seeing the world,
He sees only what the world could be,
He wants you to see it too,
His eyes are cloudy and dead.

He went blind eons ago.

Maestro

Oh stranger I see in the night,
What drives you?
I see you from my window,
You’re draped in black,
And you wander the streets as if lost.

Are you lost or perhaps searching?
Are you afraid of sleep?
Are you going to heaven or hell?
Are you a scourge or a saint?
Are you even human?

What compels you?
Are you a thrall to the moon?
The night?
Are you a villain of the city?
The dark?

What possesses you?
What fuels you?
I think I must know,
So I open the door into the black,
Now I’m a stranger in the night too.

Stranger