In dark times,
I'll follow the stars
from here to there,
arriving at my center
to trace my constellation.
If tonight is all I have,
I'll keep moving,
one with my shadow,
not knowing where this leads.
I'll cover new ground
when no one is watching
as stars align
to reveal a path through
the darkness toward
the bright spots ahead.
I'll take in the view,
under the stars
returning
the way I came.

Bonded in spirit
Distance doesn't break our hearts
Than to be strangers (again)

I avoided you
Quietly
But you perceived
And became confused
And you felt insulted, too
You blamed me
For keeping my distance
And felt I was being unfair
You seemed to think I owed
You attention
Simply because I didn’t care
And the next thing I knew
You started to abuse
Calling names
Making up stories
Imagining I had hurt you
And the more I refused
To acknowledge your ruse
The angrier you got
In the imaginary war you fought
Between your ego
And the slight of being ignored
Such is the combatants
In many imaginary wars

The defective machine
Pondered the high beams
Of the building that stood
Thru years of heavy rain and shine

It still breathed and felt
And had care for
Everything that was there

Was there a part in you
Defective too?
I'm not talking about the endless
Madness of mankind
Or maybe I am

But when I shine a light thru
This stencil, what pattern comes up?
It's important that I shine
I may be a defective machine, but even if it
Is only for me to see, to feel, to inhibit

The cogs of time and eternity turn together
But not simultaneously
Endless resources are at my disposal
Networks of underground cables

Signing off
Etching the rock

Crinchy cratch crows
Crinchy cratch graw graw grows
Crinchy crinchy
Cratchy cratch
Cratch croo
Cratchy you

She wakes up early
As I pass by the hall
Curled up tightly
In her sheets

It's warm outside
She doesn't leave her bed
For it is cold
Inside