YELLOWPaint, an artist sketchblog by Terrence L Cope

"September 4th" Sketch on Fabriano 8x10, by Terrence L Cope
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All the children are grown today, like dreams, they've up and gone their way

While we sit as trees that've taken root, make beleiving we are clouds

and grasp that freedom from our thoughts and shout these deeds aloud,

Yet Shallow and small, this need to feel some "purpose by design"

We search and pray for fathers grace to provide some sort of sign,

A simple smile, some simple feat, you know, change our water into wine,

Or better yet, a nod of head, a passing glance .... sent our way,
As if to say ... we did alright ................... we did OK

Still we grasp for something gone, we know not what but something's wrong

We reach for times sacrifial dreams, you remember, schoolyard themes, 
Ones that once defined your being, all those songs you sang along with

Yet as we breathe, we continue to dance to whatever music's that was played

And we dance, and dance in those clouds above until we dance our dreams away.