The Poet

I am a pretender a preacher a dreamer A lover And she moves inside my head on clouds Your unworthy subject then you whispered my name A dreamer a poet who's always searching for the right word A fallen leaf carried by the wind here there everywhere You touch me then we play in my fool's paradise Squeezed my hand and we flew above the clouds Lovers who do the impossible here there everywhere In a world that doesn't exist I am a pretender a preacher a dreamer A lover a drifter A poet who sees a world that doesn't exist Frank Black Blacharczyk