evening comes quickly
***** out all the light

spiralling into night
one more time

one wonders a lot
how far is left to travel

how many more times
around the Star

For daybreak
read heartache,
for God's sake
let it go.

I know
I do know
I do know I know
that to let it go
will let me sleep

but there's a small part inside of me
that keeps alive a memory,
like the candle
remembers
the flame.

There is no memorial
no stone that I see,
just the meadow
where we used to play.

There's a gypsy in the heart of me,
that wants to run the road;
a vagabond is lurking there,
to the fields, my heart's been sold.
There's a restless soul that's yearning,
to wonder at the wild;
a carefree, urging spirit,
of an enchanted child.
There's a ***** inside my blood,
that never will be still;
to hear and see all nature,
until I've had my fill.
There's a traveler in my mind,
who hears the seashore's song;
to walk along the beaches,
to escape the cities throng.
There's a gypsy in my musings,
that clamors for the highway;
ever searching, ever seeking,
an endless, nameless byway.

There are words that are spoken
That no-one ever hears
There is familiar sobbing
But no-one sees the tears
There is pain in aching hearts
Though the beat remains the same
Lives are quietly falling apart
Like a child's neglected game
But if we care to take a closer look
And listen to the slightest sounds
We can see the fallen ones
And help them from the ground

                                      By Phil Roberts

Light is now
i have found my way
away from California sun
and insults
now i lay
in the snow of new england
charmed by the chill