I Wonder U.

The Prince.

The Prince sits uncomfortably still.
On the purple velvet lounge of nostalgia.
Refusing to look back on time gone by.
Only looking forward to the arrival of future.

Drowning in the sounds of a cloud guitar.
Never doubting one's own capabilities.
But shy to the praise of a kind stranger.
Can he feel the talent thriving in his bones.

His restless mind overflows with rhythm & words.
But it is sacred, for most is thrown into the well.
The conscious stream never dries up in produce.
For it contains a beautifully treasured point of view.

Resting on a royal cane for supported overall balance.
Life is beginning to get a little weary behind the shades.
Trusting that the path of guided faith shall transcend all bad.
Remembering that the black keys on the piano also make music.

Waking up early as it is the broken promise of tomorrow.
Swallowing the fatal reliever that will decrease the pain.
Losing all feeling as he shuts down, collapsing to the floor.
The elevator opens, a clear entryway to heavens door.

Everyone is at loss, struck with disbelief.
The Prince is no longer on his tender feet.
We question the painful reality that's left.
Why must our Prince go...

He's moved onto the next life and journey.
With a renewal of a healthy body and soul.
Don't cry beloved doves, don't you know ?

He's smiling down on us all.