I walked a street I’d walked before <br />a road that led to home <br />and watched a lonesome bystander <br />who’s face was hard as stone <br />impassively he gazed at me <br />and I stared back at him <br />and saw the answers dancing there <br />along with aging sin <br />I asked him, “Please where have you gone, <br />you have what I have not. <br />your eyes they sing a dreamers song <br />of answers I have sought” <br />he looked at me with hardened eyes <br />and spoke, but not to me <br />but muttered to the passing wind <br />of a place where he’d been free <br /> <br />now even when I too have aged <br />and cracks begin to show <br />as mindless rain gently erodes <br />I will withdraw below <br />to find this place where silence lies <br />and dreams are dreamt in vain <br />where knowledge makes no difference <br />and nonsense is a game <br />this place is not so far from here <br />not so distant after all <br />just past this moments fleeting thought <br />behind a hidden wall <br />where women dance and men they sing <br />about the days of old <br />where jokers jested laughing kings <br />and smiles weren’t so cold<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-statue-s-dream/
