Pied Piper

A pound on the door, or stomp of his feet,
too much for me to stand,
I rest in comfort found only in song,
dreaming of a far-off land

A place where water falls from sky
and planets meander and dance,
where colors speak and music draws
me into delightful trance

Music notes float in my midst
I grasp one with my hand,
and the truth of heaven and hell, to me,
I cannot understand

The silver flute from former days
Now in the hands of man
who presses keys, creating sounds
as part of a grander plan

He rises up from whence he sits,
a stone among the water
He looks me straight into my eyes,
as though I were his daughter

He smiles, motions to a path
lined with pebbles of gold
and daffodils grow in their midst
with a yellow that never grows old

Playing his flute, he leads the way
we come to the top of a hill
Running and laughing, I turn to him,
to know his future will

I stop, stare in front of me,
the man no longer there
Scoping out the land below,
I wonder how I’d fare

if the Pied Piper in my dreams
was exactly that to me
and deceit found with my two eyes
I could not dare unsee

then fairy tales lead me to
a land not far away
where nothing and everything is the same,
and yet I’d want to stay

Never before and never since
would I plot out my dreams,
with someone leading me along a way
that is not how it seems

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