When the sun rises
Its rays seem to call for me
Seem to call and call
And when I see the sun rise
The skies are blue and beckoning
I look only for a place to start.
When night falls
The stars form an eternal prophecy
Of years that will never come
When my place is found
At night I will tell the citizens my story
They can listen.
Listen, through the night, for my voice in the clouds
I will be there to tell you
To tell you, to tell you
You won't be able to see the ink
For the blackness of the sky.
You will never know what's written there
Scrawled in my hand.
Only a palace for a stone, and
A dwelling for a queen.
Author notes
Found this in a pile of loose papers and cannot remember writing it ever... so I'm still trying to guess the meaning of it. It was dated: 4/22/08
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