Grateful forevermore
for the trees,
the roots which ground me
to the present moment
the sea,
which calls for me
when change is needed
the sky, which
blinds me on some days
shining so brightly, to remind me
to dream a little more
dream a little wilder
the stars, illuminating
my darkness and exploding into
a million small pieces, reminding me
of the beauty in chaos
I am thankful for it all,
I dance once more
around the revolving sun
and bless my mind
- for when it comes undone
i have these words
to write once more
and the dreary winter
has much in store

How far I've come,
how far I've gone,
are two measures of time
I can't grasp, for what is time?
An illusionary clock,
attempting to grip you,
pull you in, and bring
you closer to death,
well I refuse to abide,
so where I've been
and where I'm going
collide like two erratic waves in the sea,
don't you see?
how far I've come,
and how far I've gone

in the glint of
his wandering, malevolent
eyes, I see hope and light
casting out the darkest
of nights,
and maybe I am a fool
for seeing love where
hate boils over,
and seeing peace
where chaos resides

the unknown poet
hidden behind bottles of wine
or drowning in caffeine at the local
coffee shop,
the most magical of days
are the ones in which I find the
right words, they drip from my lips
like sweet grapes on a vine
entangling me,
rooting  me to the earth,
for god knows
once I drift into the
ethers,
I may never come down

laughing mad,
like lost children in the night
running wild through the smoke
obstructing our sight
when the black ravens call for us to follow,
we mustn't think twice
for freedom comes only
to those who roll the dice

Mornings like these,
when the sun don't rise
and the gloom peaks through my window pane
when the flowers don't bloom
and the rain is near,
I feel it all at once,
or nothing at all,
but there's never any
in between

The West is calling me home,
the wind is blowing me north,
the tides are rolling me east,
there's a home within the ebb
and flow, the constant change
I'm a rolling stone