The poet boy

He danced amid pale twilit wood the fecund emerald groves
While laughing neath a cloud of fogging breath
Skipping top the jade and ivy webs which autumn wove
beneath his fervid feet which quickly stepped
bound by nothing worth the tight clasp of his eager hands
He journeyed free to gaze upon the orbs
For in the sky the clouds which lie above the brazen lands
Also, roam the dreams of cent'ries stored
His feet were light and thro the night They sidestepped meager fears
So tightly held within by all his folk
Brought to their knees for centuries realities held dear
To those whom thought to dream - a bitter joke
All the while he held a smile knowing in his heart
That destiny called forth from ancient lungs
And to the dream which brought esteem howled thro' the solvent dark
He, never bound by shackles, freely sung
Beneath the rain he felt the same while others ran neath roof
Unwilling to befall a dampened fate
Skipped amid the drops he did with feelings; sure; aloof
such things brought inspiration to his gate
Others deemed him foolish for imploring such a dream
That often ends in failure and in ainxst
But breathing in the vapors of reprieve, to him - a beam
From mighty gods - the wine of thought he drank
Such misery most seem to see in living 'mong the dreams
For jaws of failure snap his ev'ry step
Such dreamers are what make this world abysmal neath shoal seams
Still giving all poetic lungs their breath