Smoke from a blown out candle
Darkness, pink fuse, wick now
Extinguished in the emptiness
Watch it move across the room
Watch it move
Laying in the dark gazing at
The sky across the Milky Way
Connecting dots and destinies
Moving towards the ground
In this grand illusion
Hidden reverie that captures and
Takes away the day
Quietly

I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how piece it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal

Oh, sweet lasting melody

Come and carry me
Up to heights reaching
Towards sunlight

Here, right now lifting
To heights reaching
Towards a day so full
Of  hope, full of breath
To breathe some life
In the form of songs
Sung out loud

How can this be?
These vessels swim on
A cellophane sea

It’s art,

As they move
Slowly constricted
Somewhat restricted, on
A cellophane sea

The crane swoops down
Barely misses a fish with
Tissue paper fins
It would have
Been a meager
Lunch

The eye of
A paper mache
Hurricane moves in,
Slowly crawls
It flows,
It flows,
They all survive,
On a cellophane sea

Didn’t want
Another clouded
Marvel to take away
Your blaze
Extinguish it
Ignite loose branches
With a single brush
Don’t want
Dimness
To put out
A spark so bright

What is this
A thin line
I can’t see
Playing tracks
Records are now
Becoming obsolete

A thick line
I can’t be
Easily inspired
A runaway train
Off tracks
Made of iron rails
Replaced by steel
In this modern
World

The only truth
That remains
Is taken in our youth

Think about it,
          your best
    dreams  and  your
    worst  nightmares
      have the same
    people  in  them.
        So  love  all,
          trust few.
     Everything's real
             but not
      everyone's true.
  So  be  loyal  to  your
          future, not to
  your  past and  do  not
         depend on
anyone too much in this
              world,
       for  even  your
              shadow
      leaves  you when
           you enter  
            darkness.

Open your mind before you open your lips and before you try to tell someone that they are living the wrong kind of life. Being different is the only thing keeping the world beautiful.
                                                                              Jon York   2019