Wild Run

Runs the street urchin In his eyes the rippling sky From his strings soars high A butterfly atop the green! Not much of a past There isn’t a road ahead He runs in his abiding trust On his hands’ winging thread! Soar high and still higher Bring me the sky’s hue Shower my dreams in the air Make me one with you! Sees not the boy’s dancing eyes The path that winds before him He loves the butterflies’ swim When with the winds they rise! He prays the breeze forever blow Of strings his hands are never empty Till it kisses the heavenly glow Sailing past the highest tree! Fly high and still higher Plant my dreams as you roam At dusk when my eyes tire Build me in the sky a home!