Twilight Stage

I’m not a pauper and I’m not a king
I sit on the banks of the stream
I’m just a drifter with gossamer wings
And you’ve been borrowing my dreams

So dance with me on the twilight stage
The stars just beginning to shine
We’ll move to rhythms of wind and wild sage
Two kites made of canvas and twine

I’m not a scholar and I’m not a saint
Most of my thoughts stay unheard
I’m just a painter without any paint
A poet without any words
You are a gypsy, and you are a cloud
Even the wind knows your name
I’m just a mortal who’s bound to the ground
An ember, a flickering flame

So dance with me on the twilight stage
The stars just beginning to shine
We’ll move to rhythms of wind and wild sage
Two kites made of canvas and twine

So dance with me on the twilight stage
The stars just beginning to shine
We’ll move to rhythms of wind and wild sage
Two kites made of canvas and twine

© 2014 Gregory J. Yoder