Intangible Things (poem/lyric)

Intangible Things



This floor is dirty
It hasn’t been scrubbed in a while
I’d rather write a poem or two
Or a song to sing when I feel blue

Dishes sit in the sink
The breakfast hasn’t been cleared
Here I sit tinkering with words
And a melody that will never be heard

Oh – I am a closet architect of dreams
Oh – I am a spinner of tales and other intangible things
When the dream is done I can meet the day
Greet the solid mundane and collect my pay

Dust lay on the shelf
With books and baubles and sea shells
Collections all from these distracted days
Where my soul comes out to play

Oh – I am a closet architect of dreams
Oh – I am a spinner of tales and other intangible things
Time doesn’t wait for fools or my feathered brain
Time to get the feather duster and cleanse my shame

Oh - I am a closet architect of dreams
Oh – I am a spinner of tales and other intangible things
Moving through the haze of dragon treasure and angel wings
I will find the broom and sweep the floor
Laundry like Mount Everest I will sherpa till I can’t carry more to the dryer
Appointments, job, and child and home – it takes love to ground this high-fantasy flyer
It takes love to ground this high-fantasy flyer

(Oh - )
Oh – I am a closet architect of dreams
Oh – I am a spinner of tales and other intangible things, intangible things...

That's really quite beautiful....

i wish i had more to say but i think beautiful sums it up perfectly lol