His was not as animated or colorful
against the backdrop of blue skies.
It didn't show the craftsmanship
that deep pockets could afford.
Not the shimmery, beautiful vessel
that would surely catch the patrons eye...
but, with the wind at his back
it soared.
He never tried to be anything more
than a friend was supposed to be.
Didn't care about the issues that
life sometimes brings.
Not afraid to be different for the
ignorance of bliss...
but, when the lights were turned on
he cried.
Oh, so many find the passion of a
sweet whispered dream.
While the comforting words of a friend
gently stream.
If for once I could just set my
heart to the skies.
Forgetting the beautiful things
stained by lies.