Little Drummer BoyThe Way Home
beyond cold curtains of icy lace
morning's light sifts silently through
the black limbs of numb trees
when a sudden shiver traces a distant memory
and wakes me from my dream
to air so still that it pleads for sound
rum pa pum pum
forgotten faces return to clear the frost
from the frozen windows of unconsciousness
and invisible arms lift me up
as mysterious hands become fingers of feeling
to wake my heart
with the warmth of love
pa rum pa pum pum
i remember you saying
that the world breaks everyone
and afterwards
many are stronger at the broken places
and so i stand on crumbling legs
to march again in hobbled footsteps
rum pa pum pum
all the roads before me converge
into a single path of hope
towards a deep well of light
and crashing through yesterday's starkest silence
at last i hear tomorrow's child striking the drum
each reassuring beat on beat measuring the way home
pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum
morning's light sifts silently through
the black limbs of numb trees
when a sudden shiver traces a distant memory
and wakes me from my dream
to air so still that it pleads for sound
rum pa pum pum
forgotten faces return to clear the frost
from the frozen windows of unconsciousness
and invisible arms lift me up
as mysterious hands become fingers of feeling
to wake my heart
with the warmth of love
pa rum pa pum pum
i remember you saying
that the world breaks everyone
and afterwards
many are stronger at the broken places
and so i stand on crumbling legs
to march again in hobbled footsteps
rum pa pum pum
all the roads before me converge
into a single path of hope
towards a deep well of light
and crashing through yesterday's starkest silence
at last i hear tomorrow's child striking the drum
each reassuring beat on beat measuring the way home
pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum
Another poem from another place looking for somewhere to be ...
ReplyDeleteBrought tears to my eyes. I could feel the pain. Beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteThank you ... there is an end to pain ... but you know that ...
DeleteBing Crosby ... be still my heart. A perfect poem and a wonderful music video ... sigh.
ReplyDeleteYes, I loved writing it (last year, I think). I revised it this morning. It is one of my favourite poems.
Deletelots of emotion, written only as you could :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, D ... and I guess I am an emotional guy ... haha ... at least in some areas of my life ...
DeleteI do remember this one .... it is still a beautiful, written emotion.
ReplyDeleteDo you know it started out as a trick to try and write around the refrain of the song, the "rum pa pum pum," and I was originally going to make it kind of light and funny, but the poem took on a serious mood for some reason. Even when I was revising it, I was a little daunted by how sometimes words have a life of their own ... sounds weird probably ... probably is weird ... ;o}
DeleteLovely Christmas poem. The boy in the man ...the most heroic part of the man i believe. Have a beautiful christmas~
ReplyDeletelove Lottie
Thanks, Lottie ... and I hope your Christmas is wonderful as well ...
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