The Jester and The Lady
Scared is a reason,
Paranoid a curse,
The two souls surviving,
jester and lady,
Through verse.
The jester is still hiding
What the lady has seen,
And cries in the darkness
At the mess as it’s been.
Line of confusion, illusion,
Harpsichord melody,
The reflection of the essence
of the things that should be.
The lines which evolve
from the songwriter’s pen,
are requested by the lady
again, yes, and again.
It is her own way of drifting,
as his is to write,
Echoes of laughter
Escort the dawn into light.
The lady’s words
put the truth where it stands,
While the moment is tossed
just to see where it lands.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.