The Boy
Who sits in a world of darkness
for there is no lighted beamed upon him.
Then a glare
Cuts through the maze of shadows
And blinds him.
The Boy
Is confused and blinking.
A light has found him.
He calls it beautiful
the world calls it love
Love of a girl at work.
The Boy
now has a reason,
A reason to arrive early each day
The Girl is quiet
She is happy like the sun
She warms The Boy just like the sun too.
The Boy
Can not keep it all inside.
The new light
Wants to pour out.
But he has no money or flowers
Nor has he an artist's fine skill.
The Boy
Has but one option left.
The paper his canvas,
The pen his brush and paint.
He wants
To say so much.
The Boy
Puts his words down.
Words of his little time in the light.
They are short and small.
He stumbles through his words
Like a child learning to walk.
The Boy
Looks at his work
And feels it is childish.
Yet he hands The Girl
This shyly painted rose
And she smiles.
Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been traveling around Germany and I had no wifi or data for a while. This poem is actually about one of my real friends, and any of you who have started ready my other book might recognize the tittle of this poem. The book is about the world of The Boy, so please check it out. Thanks guys!!!
