There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light

There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light
How can there be words
without the ears to hear them
the pages writ in spelling
all the ways to listen in
to time spent in the heart
digging through the ruins
of the days spent in between
the dark nights of the soul
All the wing-ed’s crossing o’r
soaring through the pines
a sky the eye somehow missed
whites wisps electric blue
drift away the day’s remains
drifts to the earth as letters
leaving what was willed without
the embers slowly fading
If I can’t find myself
could I ever find love
Is there a space and a time
an Alcyone sunset
Beyond the Valles Marineris
Soulfully wandering into a dream
Nothing is left to define
For all we’ve forgot is divine
The heart becomes etched
in sacred reflections of life
Yesterdays colors living forever
as Polaris and Crux came to see
A silver moon rising out in the blue
Uncovering all we ever have been
On the edge of the sea
She touched my heart
through the look in our eyes
standing lost in this
forever dream
Feeling the cold water foam
over footprints left
in the sands of time
among the reasons
flowing into being
We are never alone when we listen
to the seabirds calling
or the will of the wind
In our hair touching
our forever souls
How could the cold ever enter
as an icy winter chill
bites through the fingers
aching like the heart
Lost by goodbye
There is an eternal Sun
to warm the sands our lives
painting new horizons
Shades of amber and gold melt
into memories of love
When was the last time
The mirror spoke the truth
Quicksilver satin lines
In shallow dimensions
A cloud of unkwowning
Sinking beneath the tides
Simple seasons seem
to tell us of our fate
Sight unseen to eyes
Journeys through the looking glass
Let her heart believe
the lies she comes to know;
There is only make-believe
within the light of day
The circles ever round about
Where hearts come out
to play
Only essence still (in time)
Takes the sinner home
Lost in some embarrassment
as if we may have known
There is no other way to keep
the truth
Of some forever (never been)
The sacred trust forgotten with
the world within this dream
Take my heart for it is yours
My days are not my own
The light surrounds this side
of heaven
Where destiny as falling waters
sealed the words
forever writ into the stone
This thing following me everywhere I go running and still it haunts My every move Even in clouds On rain splattered streets I am haunted By this fellow Darkness in the light of the moon Unveils the source of my fears To be transparent Would allow Too much for the world to see Myself could not remain Should the light pass through Revealing my all!
There is no truth
without the heart
Within the mind
we lie (in wait)
for what we would
believe because
knowing cannot
Therefore we cling
to our dream
Without understanding
our place
Without trusting
the truth
that made us whole
In living
and breathing
days into nights
This passing will change the counting of seats
The wisdom of age replaced by old thought
Once was intended to balance the power
Is courting an outbreak of justified anger
There will be no more warnings
No more shots across the bow
Are we receiving all we have sewn
Or just a memory of times forgotten