Come walk inside the valley of the mind.
Sit down and hear about the ones who tried,
successes are few and never gentle.
An artistic life will test the mental.
All song and artistry shall never die
in a state of mind soaring into flight,
and the wavering subtleties of mood
with circling emotions of the moon.

The clouds will darken and they will go,
the autumn chills and then the cold winter flows,
all mountains will fall and people will change
and yet all are actors upon the stage.
Let it all out and let it all go.
Love by no one and yet loved by them all,
take a walk beneath the electric stars
and waterside whispering of guitars.

Closely hidden joys and loud lesser fears
pushing love out and pulling hopes in near,
life can be molded and then shaped to form.
A cape of smooth velvet and tatters worn,
walk upon quiet paths inside the mind
past distant photographs the one would find
to be cold comfort on a rainy night,
and awake tomorrow to face the light.

© Harley

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