Wherever there's  a breeze a-blowing
wherever there's a trail a-winding;
that's the spot that I'll be going
that's the path that I'll be finding.

Among the petroglyphs and grasses
on wind-swept mesas high above;
I give the views long-looking passes
familiar scenes I've come to love.

On mountain crossings way up high
I marvel at the rounded peaks;
drink in the spirits of the sky
gaining solace that one seeks.

Along the sandy canyon's wall
the season's evening sun is falling;
my shadow stretches ten feet tall
I hear the song of nature calling.

Wherever there are hills to walk
wherever there are eagles soaring;
wherever there's no need of talk
I'll listen to the waters,  roaring.

Have you listened to the wind?
then you know its song
melodies that no one knows
to you alone belong.

Have you listened to its cries?
then you know of sorrow
moans that whisper in the air
that no one else can borrow.

Have you heard its quiet thoughts?
when you're stopped and still
upon the meadow, soft at dawn
or high upon a hill.

Have you heard its breezy sighs?
that ruffles through your hair?
that soft and lingering embrace
on a day that's sweet and fair.

Have you listened to the wind?
did you hear its message clear?
all right's with the world
that you and I hold dear.

Mood affects thought,
memories still alive,
of pain some have brought,
with mournful sigh.

Images one can't erase,
linger like a bitter taste,
passing past my face,
such a human waste.

Errors made so long ago,
failure of the soul,
what then, we did not know,
what now, will make us whole.

Ignorance was bliss indeed,
morality was just a choice,
feeling good was just a need,
we never heard the guilty voice.

And now, those days, are gone,
is it too late to save the sinner?
now we know the right and wrong,
are we now, a winner?

Facing east at ten o'clock -
the sun feels warm upon my face -
the book is good and readable -
I liked its leisure pace.

The breeze was just enough -
I raised the collar of my shirt -
a reminder it was January -
the wind still cold and curt.

The silence of mid-morning -
was a balm that soothed my mind -
endless, cloudless, azure skies -
of that rare and precious kind.

No traffic noise, no squawking birds -
only quiet, healing, rest -
the little things of pleasure -
are the things that I love best.

Just an  hour of winter's sun -
then, I leave where I have been -
and stretch the aging body -
now content - to go back in.

Sun's bright, air's chill,
on my evening walk;
wind bites at my neck,
but not enough to balk.

Legs give way to joy,
I break into smiles;
snow on far off peaks,
perhaps, a 100 miles.

Winter's grass is golden,
like Kansas in the Spring;
it dances in the breeze,
making my heart sing.

Serenity surrounds me,
it gently heals the soul;
eliminates the jaded view,
makes my being whole.

Tonight, the seasons glow,
as coyotes howl and croon;
I gather stars with fingers,
and then, I kiss the moon.

Where it ends and where it starts,
it's seldom that I know;
I reach for thoughts inside,
and then, just let them flow.

Like the seasons, my mood changes,
sometimes buoyant, sometimes not;
sometimes crazy, sometimes sane,
but never borrowed, nor not bought.

The winter starts with coldness,
with frost and ice and snow;
with chill and slippery steps,
with northern winds that blow.

It starts with night-time darkness,
so much longer now, than day;
we hibernate to quell the time,
to push the night away.

Today, the season's got me,
as I muse on its arrival;
forgetting all my leisure,
dwelling on survival.

I wish you sunshine when it rains,
a happy song to ease your pains;
a laugh for every time you cry,
and lovely dreams for bye and bye.

I wish you happiness each day,
whether at your work or play;
the promised hope, of tomorrow,
the quick passing, of each sorrow.

I wish you summer when your cold,
a confidence, to make to you bold;
a treasure house of constant love,
that you can wear, just like a glove.

I wish you sunsets that always please,
on a hot day, an ever cooling breeze;
a little rain when things are getting dry,
and dreams at night, where you can fly.

I wish you memories that never end,
the companionship of a secret friend;
the love of nature that makes you smile,
and some poetry, that bides with you awhile.

Wishing you were here again,
to shorten winter's night;
to curl up to my backside,
until the morning's light.

Wishing you were here again,
so my sleep would be just fine;
and we could share together,
the dregs of last night's wine.

Wishing you were close once more,
so I could touch your face;
hold you close within my arms,
in one great big embrace.

Wishing you were here, with me,
to put my heart together;
to ease my tortured thoughts,
to tell you you're my treasure.

Wishing you were here again,
with days that would not end;
to rectify my wounded soul,
and my broken heart, to mend.

Mud and snow, block the path,
we slow, and find our way;
the sun is bright, the skies so blue,
are the reasons that we stay.

Darkened pines obscure the view,
of snow-capped peaks far off;
we dodge the rock strewn trail,
puddles shine, like brownish broth.

Then, the hillsides open up,
a thousand feet, above the road;
the highway is a serpent,
through the mountain's fold.

The air up here is pure and clean,
it rejuvenates the being;
the soul is stirred by visions,
of the beauty we are seeing.

We hike until we're tired,
though our weariness is nice;
for this time and for this moment,
this walk...   it will suffice.

Do you think that you can  woo me,
with tender words from tender lips?
do you think your beauty moves me,
like the face that launched a 1,000 ships?

Isn't it I, that should be wooing you?
the man that gets just what he wants;
if for a fact,  I truly wanted you...
must you, your loveliness then flaunt?

I must admit, that you are beautiful,
and with your look, I melt like butter;
knocked silly by your charm and grace,
my throat goes dry; words I cannot utter.

Do you think I can be captured by a smile,
by looks of love that radiate from you?
I suppose that by it, I might then fall,
wondering if your love is really true.

Please, let me be the one to do the wooing,
let me run after you, like any mortal man;
are you still thinking you can woo me?
heaven knows... **** well...you can!

You can leave now
I've mastered the washing machine
swept, dusted and mopped
kept the **** dishes clean.
I made the bed, changed the sheets
made my midday meal
I'm keeping a stiff upper lip
pretending I still have zeal.
I walked and fed the dog
fed the indifferent cats
cleaned off the front porch
shook out the ***** mats.
Made appointments on my own
with the dentist and the doc
to make sure I got up
I set the ******* clock.
You can leave now
I can be by myself, alone
attending knocks upon the door
answering the ******* phone.

you think you know most everything,
but I know you don't know me;
you don't feel the heart within,
it's the one you cannot see.

you think you walk on water,
but what it is, is sand;
and you don't know anything,
you don't know me as a man.

you can only guess what I'm about,
I think that you'd be wrong;
you only know the words I speak,
but you don't know my song.

you don't know the way I feel,
when you pass without a word;
when your nose in the air,
you cannot see or hear.

you think you know most everything,
and I don't know where to start;
to offer you my outstretched hand,
and give to you my heart.

You'd think my tears would dry up -
once that they are shed;
but like a fountain they continue,
after all is done and said.
You'd think that I'd get over-
all the things that came about;
the shouting and the silence,
the instances of doubt.
You'd think I'd just forget-
the hauntings of the past;
forget the bitterness,
sure it wouldn't last.
But love is kind and gentle-
not arrogant and cruel;
and did you really think
that you could play me for a fool?
You'd think that now that
time has flown-
that I'd come back to you;
but what you didn't realize,
was the hell you put me through.

You have to be called
to share His hope
to sing His song
so you can cope;
You have to listen
to really hear His voice
you have to choose
the only rightful choice;
You have to set aside
all the things you learned
from this deceitful world
by which you have been burned;
You have to change
the way you have been thinking
open up the eyes
do a lot less blinking;
You have to be called
to be a new creation
else you'll stay the same
at your previous old station.

I only know that love will still exist,
long after you and I are parted;
it doesn't stop and end in pain,
because of something we've now started.

Of course, there will be grief and sorrow,
but that will fade as time goes marching on;
but a burden will be shed,  and lifted,
long after we have seen exactly what went wrong.

Love never fails,  it's only human beings,
imperfect in the flesh, imperfect in their reason;
they're blinded by emotions they can't handle,
and so, they pass along,  as any season.

Some will part as friends, and some like foes,
some will bear their wounds and some will not;
but inside, well hidden, in the tortured soul,
the remains, will dissolve and slowly rot.

But one day, you'll see another pleasant sight,
that will attract you,  to its gleaming eye;
and  you will slowly fall in love again,
and with new-found wings...you'll fly.

You must remember,
just how much I loved you -
when first our love took shape;
before the curtain fell on our parade,
and covered us in one big drape.
After that,  we lost the way,
we tried to fix things on the mend;
we recalled our times together,
but it was useless in the end.
You must remember,
the way that I once held you -
and laughter, far outweighed the tears;
before the final act was finished,
we had the whole of all the years.
But now we cannot find an answer,
to questions that surround the mind;
it's best to leave them all unanswered,
I'm too afraid of things that we might find.
Just remember how I loved you,
before the truth,  became deceit;
before the angry words were spoken,
and you walked away on angry feet.

You never lose a love,
fragments still remain;
a look, a smile, a laugh,
tears, regret, some pain.
Good outweighs the bad,
except in certain cases;
and often times a blur,
forgotten names and faces.
Some memories die hard,
and those are worst of all;
the giddiness of love,
before the tragic fall.
You never lose a love,
even buried deep inside;
something brings you back,
where once, it did reside.
You never lose a love,
'cause love, it never fails;
it's we that are imperfect,
the bane of all our ails.

Remember when the earth was flat,
and Santa Claus was real?
when you were young and innocent,
before you learned to steal?

When ghouls walked down the street,
one cold October night,
and bats were known to **** your blood,
in one big, scary bite?

When the fairy took your tooth,
left a coin right in your bed;
underneath your pillow,
right beside your head?

When you found bright colored eggs,
hidden by the Easter Bunny;
who really was your Uncle Ben,
you thought that pretty funny.

They warped your little mind,
by imaginary things;
today you know reality,
and what tomorrow brings.

No Santa Claus, no ghouls,
no bloodsucking bats, no bunny;
life's a struggle to survive,
and that's not very funny.

You reign supreme Lord,
in each and every day;
in each and every task,
Your word shows me the way.

You reign in power Lord,
in the varied things I do;
in the mundane things of life,
Your light is shining through.

You reign majestic Lord,
in the sunrise and its set;
in the process of my mind,
Your presence is there yet.

You reign above it all Lord,
soon all knees will bow to You;
and all will be Your servants,
in the things they say or do.

You reign in glory Lord,
and to You I give all praise;
in humble, simple fashion,
throughout my life-long days.

Your love is like the weather
it changes with the day
sunny, cloudy, windy
rain that comes my way.

Your love is like the seasons
in the summer it is hot
and in the throes of winter
often it is not.

Your love is like the weather
it's gloomy or it shines
it's like the fickle wind
that can moan and whine.

Your love is like the seasons
in spring when fog is low
and misty dew appears
or in the fall when colors glow.

Your love is like the weather
it's often clouded over
or like the splendid sun
upon a field of clover.

In the passages of time, your there
with sparling eyes and long red hair
we fell in love so easily it seemed
was it so real or was it just a dream?
For the first time in my life, I fell
from my empty room and cell
head over heels in love with you
into your  warm embrace, I flew.
In the memory of time, your there
but the passages of age is never fair
our love eroded by neglect
how sad, the memories reflect
Time is never kind to those apart
to those left with  a broken heart
bittersweet photos of a ugly end
things we couldn't fight off or defend.
In my mind's eye, your there
sparkling eyes and wind-blown hair
a sad reminder of the love we shared
when, once upon a time, we cared.

Winter's sun gives little warmth
but Your word is a fire;
I strive and pray for truth,
You give me my desire.
Your word is strong within my heart,
it keeps me on the path;
away from worldly sins,
it stays me from Your wrath.
I'll take each day of life,
and praise You for its blessings;
for giving me the moral choice,
instead of mankind's guessing.
The hours of my days are blessed,
by Your eternal guidance;
and I sleep safely in the night,
by Your sweet reliance.
The season pass and quickly go,
yet Your word lasts forever;
creating bonds that last for life,
beyond all human measure.

You said that you'd be there,
to catch me when I fall;
all I felt was empty air,
you weren't there at all.

You said you'd lift me up,
whenever I was down;
your leaving was abrupt,
you didn't stick around.

You said you'd be my honey,
through the laughter and the sadness;
but what's happened isn't funny,
now I know this thing called madness.

You said "I'll always love you,"
it was just the other day;
but hell is what you put me through,
and I never had my say.

You said I was your loving lad,
and you were my bonny bride;
but love is not the thing you had,
only arrogance and pride.

You said you'd love me till the end,
but the end, it never came;
you disappeared, around the bend,
as I called, in vain, your name.

You stand the test of time
when all else falls away;
when things no longer matter
but the dawn of each new day.
There's the beauty in the heavens
when the sun fills up the sky;
when the blue is just amazing
where the crow and eagle fly.
You stand the test of time
when all shadows fade from view;
and the darkness is eclipsed
by the truth I never knew.
Until I felt my heart melt
as the lies died one by one;
I stood apart from my life
ashamed by what I'd done.
You stand the test of time
it's of You that I have need;
I've now risen from the ashes
from my selfish, petty greed,
I don't understand the peace
but it fills my soul with pleasure;
goodbye to all that's tainted
I now have found my treasure.

You've got to love the moon,
because, by God, it's there;
like a sunrise and a sunset,
you can't help but care.
Let's not forget the sun,
it shines for me and you;
though sometimes grey,
it's often (more-times) blue.
You got to love the planets,
they hang for you and I;
amidst the sparkling stars,
on dark velvet screens of sky.
And what about the waterfalls,
that fall from the great heights;
into a pool... spectacular.
one of God's great sights.
You got to love the mountains,
that wear a crown of snow;
and in the distance, radiate,
a different kind of glow.
Whose the artist that creates,
such beauty for our pleasure?
that stores in us sweet memories,
we simply have to treasure?
He's called by many names,
like God, the Supreme Being;
By Himself... responsible,
for the loveliness we're seeing.