Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My Dear Sweet Caroline


I once again have gone on a 2am writing escapade playing with words and stanzas (but not really stanzas since there's no count/rhythm/rhyme). I'm mostly just writing again for the enjoyment of metaphor and imagery. I hope you all like this one. It says a lot more than what are only words.







My Dear Sweet Caroline

My dear sweet Caroline
You took my hand
Told me everything'd be fine
Told me the world could be ours
Oh, my dear sweet Caroline

Through long summer nights
Through winter cold
Everyone said I was the lucky one
The path to greatness would unfold

For Caroline your history holds
Tales of dreams we hardly know
Your family drenched in lavish gold
In your old plantation home

You whispered sweet to me
This poor soul you'd make great
But my dear Caroline, these lies
My soul it was you'd surely break

In your arms in this small town
I thought forever was so sweet
But no, my dear sweet Caroline
There are simply chains that bind

I felt for sure that we could be
Great together, you and me
But these bonds they pull me down
Someplace I swore to never be

But alas, once more I find myself
Crushed in the dark despair
For your love, it smothered
For your history, it choked

Your family it shall rule this town
This town that once, so fair
But no more sweet Caroline
Look, this is your legacy

You tell me we'll be great one day
But I cannot be free
This will always be my legacy
Me and you, burning blue

I fight to leave
I fight to stay
I fight to be who I am destined to be
Chained to this reverent legacy

I rise to leave
In shock you watch
I get my coat, my hat
You can't believe this is happening

Look at the townspeople
They scoff and mock
For I must surely jest
That I would leave this tier so high
For a lower place of rest

It is everyone's dream they say
To be with their sweet Caroline
She is the family's crowning gem
Their fair beauty standing tall

So it's silent that I keep
Walking through these crowded streets
Where day is stifled
And night is day

Looking at that plantation home
I see what I will loose
It makes it no more easy
To walk away from you

For Caroline, don't you see
What it is you've done to me
You've changed me so
Not all for good

I look back at you standing there
But surely you do not care
As a new beau is at your door
Awaiting to walk your floors

As I walk these tired feet
The people I will surely meet
They tell me what a shame it is
Such greatness I have given up

They point and snide
That nothing will I amount to now
For a fisherman I will be
Flying free

I fly to Wendy by the sea
In her arms I'll truly be
Free to sail above the waves
From the tyrant gone away

Never great they say I'll be
On the land and on the sea
For Wendy rules no land you see
Her family has no history

Her town is one not of elite
But all are welcome there
To be in her charge, so fair
To seek what they may find

To dear sweet Caroline
Still standing on her porch so fine
Her striking beauty in the spring
The wind so gentle through the trees

To her history she clings
Tried and true she stands
Keeping a brave face she stares
Ever watching 'or her land

Little time has come to pass
Since I walked her halls
But already she's forgotten me
Her eyes on greater shores

Oh Caroline, your family stands
So proud and noble too
You sigh and shake your head
Disappointed too

For you know that all you have
Will one day fade away
You'll be a memory no more
Like I am to you

For Caroline I'm on the sea
I walked away from you
Though tiresome the path I walk
It is away from you

Away from the legacy you leave
Away from your crushing façade
Your smiling face so strong, so false
You know your crumbling too

But Caroline you'll aways be
In that memory of mine
A story I will tell one day
Of how it is I came to be

On the land and on the sea
Just a distant memory
Living with dear Wendy
Where the gulls fly free

For don't you see sweet Caroline
Night here is not day
The cloudless skies are 'or head
The stars are shining bright

For never in your town you see
A time when night is truly night
A time when day is truly day
Trite things to you dear Caroline

Take the time to stop and see
And you will find life's mystery
Is more than just your legacy
It's in the air, it's on the sea

For once again I'll never be
With you my sweetest Caroline
I live on land, but near the sea
To fly like a bird so free




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