BEHIND THE GRAY SCREEN DOOR

BEHIND THE GRAY SCREEN DOOR

A Poem by Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

I keep on waiting
Display my patience
I see gray clouds 
I'm still warm 
A blue day home
In learning how to be
And would they 
Let me go by
The only way out
Was where we will move on
Is on a piece of wood befelled
Cutting out planks
Let's bounce
Now departed 
The candle bends above
Rising on waves
The dark gray seas
Not anything else 
That's just good
What I wish for you
Oh, I would care
If I could come visit
How I am wanting
Waiting a clear day
I see gray clouds 
I'm still warm
A blue day home
In this blue wing Heaven
In learning how to be
And would they
Let me go by
The only way out
Was where we will move on
Is on a piece of wood befelled
Cutting out planks
Let's bounce
Now departed 
The candle bends above
Rising on waves
Behind the dark gray seas
Not anything else 
That's just good
What I wish for you 
Oh, I would care
If I could come over
How I go to this high
Which goes to this low
Where there's not 
No suns to show thru
The skies everyday
Has graying clouds
They stay beforehand 
One hope haven't gone
before the day's done
Has almost this of the past seeks
So I go run
I have found likable a whirlwind
Up to the sweet light shines
On feelings 
Feels undone
Something will stay alright love
Getting cloudier
Along the way going
May-be someday
I'll see sun
May-be someday
I'll see sun
On the way
From the edge
Of the road
By others begot narrow
Behind the gray screen door road
Lost amongst 
A space brain felt backward
A big dream was time
All about blank now
Chooses images
Generating energy
Across a black cloud   
When will it rain circles
On the way back
From the edge
Of the road
For others begot narrow sad
Tomorrow I'm sure 
Will remember
Behind the gray screen door road
About blank now
Chooses images
Imaging generating more
Across a black cloud 
just dropping in unconditional
When will it rain circles
Behind the gray screen door
In a colorful location green
undiscover"d
Side by side with me
Somewheres
As far as I can tell
You look like an angel 
Carrying something strange
Out of sight
Enjoying what's left
it's almost over now
I'm still warm
A blue day home
In this blue wing Heaven
When will it rain again
All clouded increases
Sometimes
So ways too soon now
They may stay beforehand
So way too down then thru
And would they
Let me go by
The only ways
Was where we will move on
Is on a piece of wood befelled
Cutting out planks sharp
Let's bounce
Now departed 
The candle bends above
Rising on waves
Behind the dark gray seas
Not anything else but hills
I'll see sun
On the way
I'm still warm
A blue day home
to this blue wing Heaven right up
In learning how to be, to be

© 2022 Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on April 10, 2011
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Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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