Troubadour Bob
© Surazeus
2012 01 18

I saw a troubadour on a lone road
carrying our fears in a heavy load
then he threw it in a river of tears
and we all danced wild with enlightened hearts.
I walk his diamond road to paradise
through hard rain to becoming my true self.

I saw a troubadour on windy beach
holding strings of light to anchor our souls
angels or kites where we soar among clouds
hoping to see big picture of our world.
I walk his diamond road to paradise
through hard rain to becoming my true self.

I saw a troubadour in coffin church
playing golden lyre that Apollo gave
writing computer program vision spells
so we all break free from phone puppet strings.
I walk his diamond road to paradise
through hard rain to becoming my true self.