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I’m wishing on a star tonight

A New years coming make it bright

Wishing for all to find delight

We need some magic in the air

To show some support and care

Magical year I’d love to share

May you rediscover your dreams

Dance within lights fantastic beams

Find happiness with such extremes

We need some magic in the air

To show some support and care

Magical year I’d love to share

Believe in Magic come aboard

Make some changes as faith’s restored

A better life your reward

We need some magic in the air

To show some support and care

Magical year I’d love to share 

I looked outside this winter day, it's raining.

Never realized how much time had passed today.

Just this morning I waved goodbye to all my friends,

Took a quick and early stroll in the park by myself

But time flies when you take time to enjoy yourself.

Although, I often wonder, was it all a dream?

 

The clock struck three a.m. was it just my own dream.

I could hear drips and drops, could it still be raining?

I call and ask about your day, You're by yourself.

I felt an urge to rise again, but could not today

As if my body were nowhere, or near myself.

All I could hear was the saddened laughter of friends.

 

What pious sound they all shared, I called them my friends?

 how easily they forget I was here. My dream

Was just a simple one, only shared by myself.

My mind cannot comprehend. Is it still raining?

I feel cold, what might become of my mind today?

Take a look at me, what will you do with yourself?

 

"You are lying here on cold pine next to yourself"

Said a cold, sad, but gentle voice , was it my friend's?

I cannot remember what else I did today,

As if tomorrow my life were but a lucid dream.

 I cannot think clearly, why is it still raining!

Has a whole year not passes lying here by myself?

 

Staring up at the clear blue skies all by myself.

I realize I never really asked about yourself,

I took time to note. Why do I feel it raining?

The strangers leave. Those once believed to be friends

Are nothing but a fond memory in my dream.

Was I here or just as a figment of today?

 

I never took my quick and early stroll today.

Not really sure of what's really in store myself.

Lying here in a sea of green , was it a dream?

I am but a figment of what once was yourself.

Nothing but a man gifted with good luck and friends.

I felt salty drips and drops, will it stop raining?

 

Today I am nothing of what once was yourself.

By myself, now looking up wishing I had friends.

I dream through ages, wishing tears could keep raining.

As I stand outside..
I feel your touch come on the wind.
As I look to the sky ,
I feel your touch in the warmth of the sun falling on my skin.
As I listen to the birds sing,
 I feel you cuddling up and whispering in my ear.
As I walk along,
 I feel you holding my arm along side of me so near.
As I stop and breath in the fresh air...
I feel your lips touch mine.
I feel I live inside of you, my world...
Our world as the strings our Love entwine.
I smile...with thoughts of love
as I see your eyes looking up to me...
from the dreams I have of the days drawing near
when I will be together with you again my Dear.

cMarch 11, 2008

I sit in my room, piled with toys

wondering if I will ever see the age that I feel like other boys.

A month ago was my ninth birthday

and I will be happy if I visit another one of those days.

All I know is I am dying.

I heard Mommy and Daddy’s night time whispering

and it all started to make sense.

Why one or the other was always in my presence.

Why the smallest little scratch made them cry.

Why they were always looking at the sky.

Mommy and Daddy have always been protective,

always picking and choosing how I live.

 

I get so tired, so quick,

too much playing can make me sick.

I hear others having their kid’s time,

cheers and games that I want sometime,

skipping through Disneyland,

twinkling toes through beach sand,

instead of little patches that are sewn.

I am so alone.

 

I just want to play and be strong,

instead of feeling like I don’t belong.

Go to a real school,

wear sneakers that tell if you are cool.

Life gives us so much to do,

what I get to see, I don’t have a clue

Every day I am just weaker,

my bones just tender.

I know I don’t have a say.

I just don’t wanna go today.

 

July 23, 2009

© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2009