Dead Poets Society

Never

Forever 

and 

ever

The 

thought

remains

of 

a place

a face

a time

a trace

of you 

me

 lost

 never

Love

Give the heart

and leave the part

of one caught

of one wrought 

with the thought

that our time

has not come

but

went from the present

 

past

to give the hope 

live

Time

Looking for the quiet

that I hear

when you are near

I hold on 

for the day night

sight of two 

when the blue will

be true

and the sight right

for the 

rest will bring a life

mine forever in time

Strength

You

are my source 

of hope

and light

on a path once

dark 

now bright

with the right feeling

of love 

from a heart

strong with the force

of a beat

at length borne 

of

strength

Feel

Deal the hand

can touch 

can hold

can run

through you to me

but

cannot kneel

cannot steal

the way

that I feel 

for 

you

Face

To face

your Eyes

your Nose

your Lips

The rest while I thought

you kissed me

goodbye

when

you awoke I saw

the person

I know

when you went away too

Fair 

First

Second 

Third

Beyond compare

quick 

grow then cut

and run

up to be the best

above the rest

Up

Ground up

we start from a seed

wrought with need

to be above you

to drop a leaf

and stand up

Once

Believe it or not

I've done this before

in a place

close yet near to you at a time

I remember 

some place else...once.

Dear

The grapes are calling

from the vineyard

beyond the light

at the end

of a 

sun drenched rain

pouring love down 

on you...

Dear

Remember

Why me try 

to be strong

in the face when we ask

how could you leave

in the Spring

when we began

to sing again

and you looked green

with the color of a person 

lost from another world

and found

to this place...remember

Order

Pancakes no

Law nope

Fall... yes

The smell of pumpkins

in the air

The sweet oats

ripe without compare

the mill grinds

the children find

the gold eggs of a hen

lost in the hay

piled up to the loft

down and down

the goose squawalks

while 

the 

parents

talk of order

Bow

The bough shakes

off the leaves

and down 

the drop of hope 

flows to the blanket 

of green

beneath the Bilue

facing up 

at once the bright ray 

touches the face

and 

holds a place

for now 

in the 

bow

I miss my Dad's beautiful smile

even though it only lasted awhile...

he was always there, but didn't stay

in the middle of the night he went away.

I wake up, now, and begin to cry...

asking GOD why?

Why did he do the things he did?

Couldn't he see he was hurtin his kids...

After all these years and tears...

I just want him to know...

I forgive him for what he did...

For goin away that night 

when I was a KID!

Oh Captain, My Captain

Viva La Huelga