The Trist Sage

poem by: Howard Williams
Written on Jun 12, 2016 

The composer is the alchemist!
Labouring long into the night:
Mixing music –
Making brand new melodies   
Into grand old memories…
Then with friends
Or all alone
He adds and blends the magic of words.

        I am fortunate to meet them
        Along the road and we smile
        And share our common gifts
        By spinning dreams…

And the people listened
And they were pleased
And so were we
To see our dreams come true…

        Dreams of spun gold.

 

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