~               The light shines in the old window
                           Near the silent meadow
                      A crack runs through one pane
                       And the wood is dry and aged
                 See the motes swirling in the beams
                    That stream through the window
        There is a photograph though nearly faded to blank
                       A dog a boy and his parents
                     No one knows who they where
                            Yet they look happy
                      It seems they found life here
    But it has been many years since this cabin has known
      The sound of creaking as feet move across the floor
                     Or of children playing in the yard
               Its not but grass grown tall and rampant
              Slowly returning the house to the ground
      On the lee side rests a grave that once was carved
    But the wind and the weather has worn it nearly gone
                 A nexus of life grown bereft of man
                       Yet it seems no worse off
               Its going back from whence it began
         Yet still the moonlight fills the window at night
                   And dreams it dreams it dreams
                              Men come and go
                               Yet earth abides

I may have broken something inside of me,
All the happy things that where,
Are now just memories.
The days they pass all to fast,
No time to sit and mend,
So the crack in glass will shatter that which was a whole,
And i feel their splinters deep within my soul.
Perhaps ill take the scattered things,
To make a new mosaic of me,
Maybe rearranging things will make a man out of me,
And sometimes ill dream of who i used to be.

The light is slowly fading from the sky.
There is the steady hum of cars passing by.
The birds are tuning up for their evening symphony,
And as a plane flys by it takes the lead.
A dog snuffles around the corner looking for something to eat,
Or perhaps a bunny to chase then she looks at me.
A beautiful evening no rain autumn is coming in.
Another day is done again with evening creeping in.

Be the light.
Be the light,
So they can see.
Be the wind,
So they can breathe.
Be the mind,
So they can dream.
Be the son,
For them to love.
Be a father,
Who is strong and true.
Be the light,
That lives in you.

Id like just be direct,and tell you what i think,
I'm not for this being coy, and beating round the bush.
If you have an interest in me, let me know,
And if you don't well then let me go.
If you did it would make me grin,
And i might have a while to let you in,
I could get to know you, and you could do the same,
It could be greater than the sum of our parts.
But if your not that in to me and what we could be,
Just say yes or no,
And i will stay or i will go.

Bring up the light , let the birds march in,
Singing tunes i cant understand,
The rain falls down, the clouds blow away,
I take my shoes off, to feel more,
The earth between my toes,
Kneeling on the ground ,
I feel connected, not to other humans,
But to everything with a heartbeat, everything with life force,
Realizing this makes me realize ,
The biggest things that happen to me are minuscule to scale,
Its only when i don't feel grounded that i feel alone,
I know it my body that tricks me into the corner,
I know that someday i will die,
And when that comes there is no need to cry,
I am with the birds that fly, i am my child's eyes,
I am the magic that come with the rain,
I am the cool summer day, i am sun on citrus trees,
I am you as you are me,
And when we die you will see.

It all passes by,
With the ticking of the clock,
Your family,Your friends,
Whats past is gone,
And looking forward we journey on ,
Now is all we have,
For tomorrow might be gone,
So smile while you can,
When we go ,
We forget where we've been,
And only dream of it now and then.