Do you ever wish you could turn back time
To relive a moment before it fades
To stay forever would not be a crime
The times these days, unhappy I am made

Why does time slide through your fingers like sand
Why can't the better moments last longer
Memories fade, I'm left with just a brand
A scar of the days that made me stronger

I think back, those days make my heart flutter
I hate times I love, they make me bitter
To know what I have lost makes me shudder
I fall to the ground like scattered litter

I want to recapture the better ones
Before they fade into oblivion

Ye, other men seek me I admit
But they do not possess the fire I envision
The passion I have so desperately sought
So long life passed before my eyes
In an almost trance like state
I was frozen in time, yet the Earth still spun
These dreams grew dull
To be sure, I had almost forgotten them
You reminded me
Brought unto me an awakening
Such an amazing feeling
To recall ones dreams
And realize they can still be achieved
I feel relief wash over me in abundant waves
As I finally venture forth from my stupor
I bask in the beauty of the world
The world you inspire me to appreciate
And all I can say is thank you
Thank you for bringing me to life

Slivers of unintended new experiences
Stuck painlessly into our feet
Moving along the same splintered wooden dock
We both have trodded before
Too safely to have carried any scar tissue
But now our earth touchers resemble
Porcupines that when touched
Refuse to release our quills
But offer a story or two to remember we've been here before instead
Of losing the memories we've gained.
And when we finally pick the wood out
it fashions into a fence gate that opens up to
New stories new experiences
New feelings new apprehensions
Just new
New looks on a new face wrapped in gift wrap
So I have to make it Christmas to open them up
without buying anything but just by giving the gift of presence as presents.
And anything more is another present under the tree
It's nice to know that sometimes when you plant trust
It grows into honesty
Honestly it's refreshing
It's a test of moral strength and how far you can carry the torch.
In the Olympic sport of courting

Under the Rainbow sky
You and I shall meet
And sing the songs
Of the greens all around
And dance to the
Whispers of the breeze
And in this wilderness
Where the meander flirts with the valley
And the zebras and the lions play
We shall join them in gay abandon
Away from the worldly ways

Where the dreamers
Are welcomed with open arms
There you and I will meet.
Someday…….

Wind whispers softly to the waves in June.
When Sun sinks low in the advancing night
And crickets in their siren song unite
A gentle tide begins to sweep the dune.
In the darkness, my love, you are the Moon.
When birds land home to nest, no more in flight,
The unforgiving shadow steals the light
And once again you’re gone too soon.

But you shall be there in the morning’s hush
To bear witness to the moment light has won.
The tide will crash in all its foamy rush;
Stones concede to softer sands under its push.
Oh! sweet and silent night your course has run.
When Moon grows pale, my love, you are the Sun.

What on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Seven years childless, marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last :
So exactly lim'd and fair.
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As a long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small room to be confin'd :
Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
So the subtle Alchimist,
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
But t'will bid him long good night.
And so the Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a morning Cloud.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.