Rodeo Clown

There really is no intro and not wanting to ramble on as I'm so guilty of, so very often. Its just a little story that took birth on a cold lonely bus-ride...So here goes...

The poet, he looked around;
a little wary a little too profound.
The clouds were gathering but the birds still sang;
The lake glistened beyond the hills and a pint he drank..

Many a hour-glass back, there was this bird...
A bird of beaut and flames of wonder;
I remember the way it soared and I pondered...
How did it matter where it was going; or coming for that matter.

As i grow the lesser i know,
Will you set my dreams free or follow them down the hole..
a hundred mothers and a million muses
thats just me dreaming impossible dreams...

A rodeo clown is I; with my very own Secret garden..
God smiled in an apparition and there stood a flower, lingering..
twisting and swaying like a nimble daisy in a blust.
Ha Ha that can't be true; its just me going bust...

Who sowed those seeds; those that harvest in my soul..
Was it you ma? or was it ziggy G maybe it was there for her to cajole;
Hold me close and remind me how it was to love,
how it was to trust and a smile so true...

Time has passed and things have changed, though some stay the same..
He knew it was his call, his very own and none to share or blame..
The sun took a peek and down came the silence...
Slip sliding away; he beckoned for sunshine,

He finally had what he sought, maybe forever maybe for a wee bitty...
It was his and nothing could take it away, not even he...