I Sing Only of You.

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This poem, again, was written for school, and (as always, since this is when my inspiration comes) was written at midnight, the night before it was due. I think any poetry advocate would enjoy this, especially if you have read "Le Petit Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, which provided the inspiration (not necessarily the content) for this poem.

Hope you enjoy it.

~Paul~

Submitted: February 05, 2009

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I Sing Only Of You.
Take me down to the groves of green
Where the people walk in harmony
So they can live their lives and freely love.
Take me down to where I sleep
Where I walk by all those who weep
And I don’t remember that there’s a lack of doves.
Impossible is the common dream
That these two worlds will someday weave
And maybe, just maybe, there is some light.
We all have the impossible dream
Of waking up to a grass that’s green
And poor young souls like you don’t have to fight.
The way you left has kept me thinking
Of how better days have started shrinking
When all you could do was to go past that door.
And now I wait for your return
Sick and dying I think I’ve learned
Just what it meant when you felt “J’adore.”
It’s impossible for me to see
How I can make some dead grass green
When all that I want to see is past a door.
How can you help me in my time of need
Where all I can see and feel is greed
Did you have to leave me bruised and dark and sore?
Take me down to the groves of green
Where the people walk in harmony
So they can live their lives and freely love.
Take me down to where I sleep
Where I walk by all those who weep
And I don’t remember that there’s a lack of doves.
-Paul Ober


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