PAPER FOR A PILLOW
I lay in the silent darkness using a piece a paper for a pillow, this pen in my hand as I drift off into the night;
The darkness consumes me as I begin sleeping as I write.
A distant sounding phone rings, so I pick it up answering “who is it”;
A voice echoes back down the line “its god, and I’ve come down just to visit”.
A ghostly arm reaches through the phone as the voice whispers “please take my hand, it will stop you from your fall;
For years you have screamed into the darkness, and now it’s time for me to finally answer your call”.
I am watching over you now as you sleep, your hand is working in partnership with this pen;
In your prayers you always ask if you are going to make it, well my answer is not IF but WHEN.
Don’t worry about your Nan & Granddad they are still watching over you with so much pride;
Years ago I said you would make it, and I was right as your pain finally did subside.
I don’t know how you did it but your poetry reached up to the heavens, we now even have a bookshelf in the sky;
Your verses can produce such emotion, until now I never knew that even angels could cry.
You do have a guardian angel, in fact your Nan is watching over you right now as I speak;
She is singing you a lullaby as tears roll down your cheek.
I’ve watch your doubters laugh behind your back, jealousy is such a cruel human trait;
But please ignore those lost souls, only I know your destiny as I was the one who wrote your fate.
Your future will come all in good time but sometimes you need to stop and look back, you have come a long way but I don’t think you appreciate just how far;
You were born to write these verses, just as you were always destined to be a star.
I have watched over you your entire life, it has been like witnessing a star being born;
It’s nearly time for me to leave, as the night sky starts making way for the dawn.
So I guess this is goodbye for now, but I will always be listening each time that you pray;
Open your eyes now my child its morning, and just trust whatever this pen has had to say.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012
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