Mountain Stream

(Michael Timmons)

I had a dream I was a king
a king of empty things
I had a queen she lit my way
and she wiped my tears away.

My kingdom was broad and vast
I ignored it as it passed
as I walked its’ mountain streams
she left me, did my queen.

Alone to think and dream
as I walked my mountain streams
I dried my tears and armed my fears
with ten thousand shields and spears.

My queen came back again
but I was ready to defend
my heart now hard and cold
she left me without hope.

With gray hair upon my head
my queen and youth had fled
my youth and queen, my mountain stream
had been stolen by the years.

I had a dream I was a king
a king of empty things
alone to think and dream
but not to hope, or so it seems.

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