one song for a sweet old man...

strong arms, a crooked smile,
all he dreams is set on endless fire
he's got someone to call his own
a nice place to vow his oath
he's everything a nice man should be, surely
and he'll be in a day, a nice day in november,
he'll sit.
.
watching vaguely the sun take its last, diving deep
and something he shouldn't recall
just won't go to sleep
he seeks for answers,
he waits for these last minutes of the sundown
these are the restless moments he hits the bottom
something he just shouldn't recall.
.
and he wants to move on
move on to an okay existence
after all he saw he wants to run to a place of fearlessness
but there's this still fire burning all he gets,
stopping all he moves
"i'll rise" he says but his heart cannot tell the difference
between what he wants and what he needs
.
"big blue eyes"
"don't sear"
"you hear the child laughter, don't sear"
"you're the ribbon of love, the birthday candle, enchant"
and all his life passes in front of his eyes
as if he was god-like and careless wise
a scream brings him back on track
as the stars rise above the horizon line
he smiles.
.
the dandelion gold turns his human heart into the sun
and he walks to the place he calls home.