The Voyage to Become a Man His image is a hazy state,
traversing steadly across
a velvet sky
the voyage to become a man.
His voice a hew of soft tones,
bleeding faintly of
a seldom knowledge.
These hands of his are going numb,
as he picks up the pieces of colored glass,
a shattered dream.
still trying to become a man.
He holds her high,
high enough so she can't see,
high enough to keep her sain.
He carries her through,
through the ocean of broken glass,
through the melody that was her dream.
Yet he does not know,
the love she returns,
for he is already a man. |
