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The adventures that come from love

Poetry By: MayaB

I met a man who had sailed the world,
and stories fell from his lips.
He told me about the sapphire bays,
and the sirens that misguided ships.

Submitted:Oct 10, 2012    Reads: 44    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

I met a man who had sailed the world

and stories fell from his lips.

He told me about the sapphire bays

and the sirens that misguided ships.

How hidden caves would glow with lights,

set there by smugglers inside them

how pirates were a constant fear

as well as the wrath of Poseiden.

He told me in his salty old way

that the sea is the toughest of teachers

but the lessons taught could never be bought

from some old university preacher.

I met someone who had walked on stars

all 'cause she followed her dreams.

She said she loved the sight and sound

of great huge movie screens.

She loved the shows with their shiny glow

that brought the unlikely to life

So off she went to hollywood

where glamourous living was rife.

She worked and worked and finally

she landed her dream position

she walked on stars, that lucky girl,

she fulfilled her whole life's mission.

I met a man who galloped on horses

for his day to day profession.

He traversed the paths between mountain towns

leading horses in neat procession.

He'd deliver supplies when the need would arise

for food to be brought from below,

and when the day came to close and the sun went away

he'd camp on a mountain plateau.

He asked if I'd seen the colour of gold

that comes from an alpine sunrise

he said that the colour is like nothing on earth

in the way that it lights up those skies.

I met a man who had done everything,

'do what you love' was his advice to me

for life can be short if you try to distort

the importance of things that are free.

He said that he'd seen things of his dreams

because he went out to find 'em

He'd made his way, day by day,

and watched his horizons widen.

He never regrets or looks back and says

'I wish I had gone into business,'

'cause life is short and enjoy what you can

for stories are the true form of riches.


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