There are other worlds than these.
We swim in many oceans,
But wash up on the same shore.
A million choices ,
And none.

Waters embrace,
Sweet kiss,
Gentle caress,
Rain love over me.

Some say the grass is greener on the other side.
Well it has to be.
For all my grass has died.

I watched the sunset over Sonoran skies,
It made me glad to be alive,
Though i am in great duress,
And most of the time,
It feels i have nothing left,
No one that waits,
When i get home,
In all things i feel alone,
Its sad to think that everyone I've known,
Now calls the graveyard a home,
Its hard to live when they have died,
And sitting here i wonder why,
When oh when will be my time.

I was lost,
Never found.
Deep within this winter ground,
Its always cold ,
Where no light is found,
Broken empty hearts,
Lay all around.
Tears that fell ,
The wind that howls,
Through standing stones,
With words writ on them.
Like he was home,
Our little boy went back to stone.
Or she was loved,
Though she died to young.
our fathers here,
And we still do mourn.
Or mothers warmth turned to stone,
Yet weep no more for we are home.

What can be read?
Without the reading.
Seen without the seeing.
Felt without the being.
Gone before the morning.
Lost long after mourning.

Shes gone,
Shes gone,
Lay dead in my arms,
And tears did streak my face.
Shes lost,
She lost,
All that is left are ghostly thoughts,
Akin to the fading winters breeze,
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
I said goodnight as leaves fell from the tree,
Someday,
Someday,
I will pass and blow with the autumn leaves.