Sunday, March 30, 2008

A Prisoner of the skies

And the rushes are gone
and the spotlight's getting dim
The music has stopped now
and its time to move on again

A step closer on the route laid out by destiny
A destiny that never panned out as planned
He has been a nomad though
Always a prisoner of the skies

So now that the sands have been sifted
And what was to be taken has been so
He is that much wiser now
And its time to move on to.......

To the next verse of the ballad
that is his life
Lyrics of valor and greatness and times to bide
and the lilt of a reckless tune
And a winsome smile thrown to the Gods

2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

"Lyrics of valor and greatness and times to bide
and the lilt of a reckless tune
And a winsome smile thrown to the Gods"....

Nice... the reckless element! the metaphorical rolling of the sleeves.. but with a smile! thats just about it...

April 14, 2008 9:20 PM  
Blogger The Perfect 10 said...

With each new pennet (I made this word:) (combination of pensive sonnet), you reach newer levels of perfection, akin to JLSeagull..
My hero, I wish you all the greatness that life, fate, destiny has to offer...

April 26, 2008 1:59 PM  

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