Listen to See Me True by Richard Charles Stevens (Reaching Up Suite)
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See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
Shoot to bloom
Each beat of my heart
Is a piece of me charmed
To proceed free of caution
Remorse or alarm
Ten thousand thoughts yarned into artful mosaic
Sometimes I’m post modern
While others archaic
Should there be something nice to say
Then I’ll most likely say it
And when I do
You may just see me
True
When I do
You may just see me
True
When I do
You may just see me
True
I couldn’t dream the way I do
Were I a lie
I couldn’t oversee the view I do
With mistruth in my eyes
The skies would fall
The stars would die
The sun would cause the moon to fry
And all the lives I ever led
Would see me to misfortune sped
It would be the end for me
Creatively and natively
With only fate awaiting me
Intent on penetrating me
Blatantly disgracing me
To make my seat a vacant seat
To see my pleading veins be gravely bled
Every teardrop I shed
Is sincerely undressed
Weeps all years in arrears
It appeared I was bereft of feeling to reveal the steel
To spin the wheel
To fit a bill
Unfit unless I exited stage left
Hence I collect them in a pendant
Both well-kept and best remembered
For forever is a feather best to dress
Forever is a feather best to dress
Forever is a feather best to dress
Walking barefoot through the embers
Of a mid-September dream
I still believed that one seed may just see me
True
And thus I could perceive a scenic route to where I need to move to feed the root
Proceed to shoot in bloom
Every artist needs a muse
And mine are those who grow suffused
With shades of indigo and violet
Amber, dandelion, chartreuse
I couldn’t dream the way I do
Without a rainbow in my view
For all of me
Is my address with best intentions not to mention meant for all of you to quench on too
Meant for all of you to quench on too
Nothing begged or borrowed
Nothing blue
Something to believe in
Something
True
Something to believe in
Something
True
Something to believe in
Something
True
My flesh may pale
My heart may fail
My bare feet tread a mazy trail
My dreams ahead seem lean and frail
Yet still no harm befalls me
My tears may sting
My wings may scar
My ears may ring
My near be far
Yet still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
Still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
Still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
When labours toiled are heavy laden
Life purloined of steady cadence
Fate conjoined with devastation
I undress its gaze
Waltzing through the fays
I hear their whispers of amazement
As they drift into my slipstream
Reminisce of distant days
Bloom (repeat)
My voice may slur
My edges blur
My lips concur no vested word
My best foot forth may dress no course
Yet always I address with thoughts endorsed to alter form and walk the walk of forward motion
My spine may chill
My heart lay still
Its beat discreetly bleed my quill
Yet always it impresses my devotion
Always it impresses my devotion
Always it impresses my devotion
My edges blur
My lips concur no vested word
My best foot forth may dress no course
Yet always I address with thoughts endorsed to alter form and walk the walk of forward motion
Walk the walk of forward motion
Each beat of my heart
Is a piece of me charmed
To proceed free of caution
Remorse or alarm
Ten thousand thoughts yarned into artful mosaic
Sometimes I’m post modern
While others archaic
Should there be something nice to say
Then I’ll most likely say it
And when I do
You may just see me
True
When I do
You may just see me
True
When I do
You may just see me
True
Every teardrop I shed
Is sincerely undressed
Weeps all years in arrears
It appeared I was bereft of feeling to reveal the steel
To spin the wheel
To fit a bill
Unfit unless I exited stage left
Hence I collect them in a pendant
Both well-kept and best remembered
For forever is a feather best to dress
Forever is a feather best to dress
Forever is a feather best to dress
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
See me true
Shoot to bloom
See me true
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
See me true
My flesh may pale
My heart may fail
My bare feet tread a mazy trail
My dreams ahead seem lean and frail
Yet still no harm befalls me
My tears may sting
My wings may scar
My ears may ring
My near be far
Yet still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
Still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
Still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
My tears may sting
My wings may scar
My ears may ring
My near be far
Yet still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
Shoot to bloom
See me true
See me true
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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