middle of july
sunset on a hazy summer day
we lay exhausted and damp
concrete still warm from midday sun

a picturesque memory
deep summer green grass
meticulously manicured
trees in full summer plumage

light from the magic hour
reflecting off your sky blue eyes
the moment bursting with tension

there are words I could have said
to rewrite our entire future lives
but when I searched for them
all that I could find was silence

I thought I saw you at the bus stop
It was my very first day of school
She ended up simply being the first person
I had met that reminded me of you

She kissed me in the backseat
As she whispered close your eyes
And I realized that they weren't your lips
It wasn't you in this little girls disguise

As the years passed I caught
what I thought
Were glimpses of you
around almost every corner

The girl who passed me my first love note
Sweet questions check yes or no
The angel singing on the choir stage
I thought I saw you in her glow

The first girl to see me cry
When she said she wasn't you
And I prayed it was a lie

Staring out at the starlight reflecting on the ocean
As she danced with another man
I realized it wasn't you
whom I had given my devotion

She was as close to you
as I was yet to find
But illusions will easily fool you
When you decide willingly to be blind

I know your out there somewhere, how much longer must I wait
How much longer till the loneliness can forever more abate

I grow weary of this journey without you by my side
How much longer till I see your smile
How much longer will you hide

How I long to see my soul reflected in your eyes
How many more heartaches
Will I have to suffer wrapped in your disguise

For now I'll continue searching and I'll harbor no regrets

I'll be here waiting for you
Where wishes made on falling stars
Are waiting to come true

in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you

when storm clouds gather and threaten rain
and I fear I might never see the sun again
in my heart I’m safe with you

when the injustice of life leaves me in in sadness
and hopeless frustration drives me to madness
in my heart I’ll laugh with you

in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you

when your at the point of letting go
I pray that you will always know
in my heart I have faith in you

if fate should send us separate ways
and we’re miles apart till the end of days
in my heart I’ll stay with you

in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you

my soul wanders when I sleep
where it wills to venture forth
mostly it tells my waking mind not

some nights on a rare occasion
the faintest flickering of a memory
will hold fast till morning sings

some would say it’s just a dream
but what dreams are alive as this
so vivid are these vague remembering’s

just this morning my soul watched the sun
rise over the most beautiful valley
my mortal life has ever seen

the first rays of newborn light
chasing the shadows fast across
valley fields of summer green

my soul has passed the gates of heaven
and walked it’s quiet gardened paths

my soul has peered into the future
and has revisited my past

every so often my soul will stop
to watch the warm summer wind
rustle a single maple leaf

the peace that I remember
from those midnight summer stops
leads my waking mind to weep

darkness draws it’s curtains once again
as I recount what little I recall
and record my pondering

my soul stirs within this mortal shell
anxious to once again be off
on it’s  midnight wandering

If I a wayward traveler
were to rest my weary bones,
I fear I’d quickly find my name
in a garden full of stones.

So I continue trudging onward,
without regard for my direction.
Eyes forever pointed downward
by the fear of my detection.

Carrying the bags of follow travelers
despite their ever growing weight.
My steps harried ever onward
by the fear I might be late.

I can’t see my destination
but I have faith to keep me strong.
I can’t let my pace be slowed
by the fear that I am wrong.

I can’t say I quite recall
even the way this journey started
but I must have held some purpose
on that day I first departed.

So I continue trudging onward
without regard for my confusion.
This journey is about so much more
than my self-involved delusions.

If I a wayward traveler
were to rest my weary bones,
I fear I’d quickly find my name
in a garden full of stones.

I can faintly feel the gentle breeze
That will soon become the whirlwind

Standing on the precipice
Perched above it all
Quiet fills the starry night
In preparation for the fall

The winds pick up
The lightning strikes
The quiet night is broken

Birds take wing
A church bell rings
A whispered word is spoken

Raindrops caress the darkness
Reflecting soft moonlight

She sobs my name
I’ve lost the game
Goodbye is all but fated

As she turns
Sadness burns
Tears come unabated

Howling wind and thunderous roar
But I hear not inside my pain
Fallen from such lofty heights
Teardrops drowned in rain

My ship is battered beaten
almost broken by the waves.
At the point of giving up,
I was lost at sea for days.

I was chasing love and laughter
all across the seven seas.
My lack of luck proved enough
to drive me to my knees.

Now I've put my ship to port
and the storm clouds have receded.
I hang my head in sorrow,
knowing that I've been defeated

Its peace that I have gained,
but I shudder at the cost.
All a man can hope for,
is the very thing I've lost

i’m tired of tattered metaphors
we are all just mongrels made of meat
a flowery soliloquy
only makes old hat smell sweet

there is nothing new under the sun
or so the story goes
a rolling stone does not gather moss
but a poet reaps the words he sows

creativity escapes even me
in a quite unsightly manner
what started out on an epic route
has ended with a stammer