We're in the right position,
not too close to burn right up;
enough oxygen to sustain life,
sweet, the wine, from God's cup!

So sweet, the taste of love
from brimming hearts,
sunshine from above,
from which we all are parts.

The seasons bring variety,
in so many different ways;
as the earth turns in silence,
like half-forgotten plays.

The music that we hear,
the visions that we see;
made for eye and ear,
for you alone - and me.

And if you think it chance,
then you won't ever know;
the reason why we breathe,
and why the soul does glow.

Evening comes much later
than the day before
as Spring waits for her
time on stage
winter drags her heels and
leaves in snow filled rage.
Can you feel excitement in the air?
is your step a little faster?
it's the season of becoming
what you are seeking after.
The air is crisp and clear
the daytime's getting longer
and you feel the sap return
your body's getting stronger.
Anticipate the morning
the positive just flows
you meet up with a lover
the love, it grows and grows.
Who doesn't like the Spring?
you'd have to be a fool
to not like Spring's parade
when love itself does rule.

I went to see the sunset
from high upon a hill;
the clouds were forming right
I waited for the thrill.
But it was just a sliver
a gold ribbon in the air;
but still, it mesmerized
as all I did was stare.
My dog was sitting by me
to him, I gave his pats;
and drank in the coming dusk
as I brushed aside, the gnats.
The day was fading quickly
the shadows kissed the night;
and up here, upon the mesa,
the world became all right.

I can't give you happiness,
but I can make you laugh -
there's too much sorrow now
so on that, I'll pass.
Rodney got no respect
but he left us his laughter -
and we all need merriment
for things that may come after.
The blues are fine in passing
but prolonged, we do not want -
so conjure up a smile
not something that will taunt.
Grieve, but for the moment
but good cheer is for all time -
the sharing of good memories
so better than to pine.
Let humor be a constant friend
put the gloom away for now -
and for the comic geniuses
let's give a gracious bow.

You were a sordid torment to my soul,
with your differences, well expressed;
your love, it couldn't make me whole,
I was a fool in love, and I never guessed.
Your abrasions took me by surprise,
your rudeness was an added slap;
I felt stupid,  who once felt wise,
but our division was too great a gap.
I was thoroughly wounded to the core,
bent and bruised by angry hurtful things;
I then surmised I wanted you no more,
those weren't memories love brings.
I tried my best to make you understand,
to rectify the wrongs you accused me of;
but in the end, you never took my hand,
so it disappeared,  what once was love.
I'll not lay down and play the fool,
it's too late to mend and turn around;
I left you and I finally let you rule,
I only hope it's happiness you found.

I saw you again last night,
you were with another man;
I turned around in flight,
I just couldn't understand.

Why you left in great distress,
with a note that left me blue;
I miss you so my darling,
when you wrote that -
we were through.

What happened to the dreams,
we had for you and me?
love just fell apart it seems,
were we so  blind we could not see?

What made you run away my dear?
was I so awfully bad?
now I'm left with only fear,
we've lost what we once had.

I saw you once again, tonight,
you were laughing and carefree;
I was standing, in dim light,
I guess you never noticed me.

Let me climb a lonely peak,
where no other feet have gone -
to soothe the savage breast,
as I hike along;
To still my anxious soul,
to meditate on high -
to be where eagles soar,
where I can hear their cry;
Take me to the sites,
that can take one's breath away -
for an hour, for a moment,
let this solitude but stay;
Where horizons never end,
only vision fades from sight -
when the shadows of the evening,
takes from view, the blazing light.
Let me rest upon a ledge,
from a cliff upon a peak -
to relish in my spirit-force,
the words I cannot speak.