PopTart Pamela
Acrobat
Too Many Sunrises
He?s seen too many
cold and lonely beds
that vanish into a blur
of memory,
out of time and place.
He?s pondered over too many sunrises
and not enough sunsets -
embraced too many strangers
who soon become friends
and gazed through the bottom
of too many glasses -
stored away too much
of living.
Yet again and again
he falls into the heart,
into the music
and into our souls,
welcoming, holding, swirling and bursting
in the dance of life ?
a surreal and sensorial wonder.
He thinks he?s got so much
for so little -
but he?s wrong.
My second poem about Bono, although I've been writing for about 5 years - had a few published in small journals. I tried to get inside him. The songs help of course. At times u feel u really know him well. He is an inspiration !!
He?s seen too many
cold and lonely beds
that vanish into a blur
of memory,
out of time and place.
He?s pondered over too many sunrises
and not enough sunsets -
embraced too many strangers
who soon become friends
and gazed through the bottom
of too many glasses -
stored away too much
of living.
Yet again and again
he falls into the heart,
into the music
and into our souls,
welcoming, holding, swirling and bursting
in the dance of life ?
a surreal and sensorial wonder.
He thinks he?s got so much
for so little -
but he?s wrong.
My second poem about Bono, although I've been writing for about 5 years - had a few published in small journals. I tried to get inside him. The songs help of course. At times u feel u really know him well. He is an inspiration !!
