You were still asleep
        when from music I awakened
                to a sudden gale
And to my delight
      chimes played wildly in the night
                 wind is slicing wooden rail

Got me out of bed
       frozen in my sleepy head
                   clinging to the words
Could I keep this song?
      write the lyrics all night long?
                  theme for lonesome birds

stood to stretch and see
    caught a glimpse,  eternity
                 moon was center stage
sparkling diamonds perched
         far out in the universe
                glitter snow on page

beyond ice laden trees
    snow had nature on it's knees
          mean subzero chill
Funny just today
      sun broke icicles away  
           outside window sill        

Winter snow then ice
      weather man's advice, not a
                 time to drive alone
Not to drive at all!
         would be a better call to
               hunker down at home

Opened up the door
             chilled my carcass to the core
                   music of the snow.
Back inside again
         in the warmth of down and friend
                I decided to forgo

Winter lullaby
        soothes and lures a tired eye
                           back to dreamy home
Hearing starts to fade
       while wind chimes serenade
                           long and winded poem

what can I say that has not yet been said
and where can I go that my heart hasn't led
when faced with the truth, let it go to my head
it hurts, but at least it's an answer
and where is the one that I've wanted to date
yesterday's leftovers still on my plate
coming to grips with the fact that he's late
and he's probably out with that dancer

Oh he may come and he might go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know, it's called my soul needs patching
you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

And when will I have what that other girl's got
love for a lifetime, guess this is my lot
I've scared off a few with the end to this plot
how those mystery dates made me shiver
and who is this person that I have become
sometimes just lazy, and snapping my gum,
I've tried to play smarter, perhaps I'm just dumb
but I'm all that I've got to deliver

Oh they may come and they may go
but I can't follow, I'm too slow
still I can sing a song I know,  it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

how can I slow what is driving me on
roll down the window, I'm more like a song
Set on the breeze that the wind blows along
with the fragrance of long summer days
So why all the longing when now is enough
precious and sweet are your words off the cuff
i'm happy to have you to read all this stuff
while the worlds smallest violin plays

Oh they may come and they may go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching

A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train
in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness,
here's the rain
now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees,
it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees!

In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams
it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams
and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide
and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide!

So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover
and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover
and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land
and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand.

lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight
carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night
butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed!
A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed!

the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash
have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash
it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track
and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack

a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray
the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way!
and all we care about right then is staying on the ground
and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound.

The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be
we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea
though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms
and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms

An ordinary day arrived again and ticketed talk
it cost me just to say "one second more- let's go for a walk"
"Yes- if you will promise-just to see me as yourself
and not the thing you made of me, that clock upon your shelf"

We strolled through misty meadows on that ordinary day
I learned to love my freedom and the things which come what may
We had our time together, now I can't recall the date
I want to say an extra-ordinary day but just you wait

"Why is it every day can't be like this one is today?"
and Ordinary looked at me and pointed towards the sway
"That same old wave is NOT the same no ordinary roll
and waves through placid water seem to change the water's soul.

The ins and outs, the ups and downs of every single day
are separate parts of sameness but unique in every way"
"try not to over think it be quiet, or you'll miss
the things you take for granted make for silence, calm the hiss!"

and so my ordinary date  had tried set me free
to wander down the road without a single peep from it to me
a silent celebration seemed no ordinary day
reset my pace for living and now no fine to pay!

"Where do you think you're going? as the sun sets in the west
"I've got to get a move on  but you've been a splendid guest
I'll be back tomorrow just an ordinary mate
but if you care to have some fun we'll make another date!"
.

old hands :(
cold dry unseen
can't remember when
these hands were touched
when the last time
they were held
clasped
MISSING the music of these hands
the music in my ears
the plans I need to make...
hope rising
feeling...like I need to buy myself a guitar and a cello.
and some hand lotion.  :)
I have beautiful young hands!!!

he waved her down to where he stood
but lost her in the neighborhood
of several hundred thousand other people
and by the time she found him there
his drink was lost, she couldn't care
she stood there drenched in sweat beneath the steeple

and never mind the dusty ground
with legs to watch, and Stanky Brown
is dragging through his medley, nasty fella
next time, carry her own chair
and iced cold water, put it there
a shady spot, not hot, beneath the 'brella

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

it's better now, she doesn't care, he'll find her here, or meet her where
the mist is cool, and nearer to the porties
she only wants to find her place, a laggard in the human race
and rather cold, she's old, for in her forties

sometimes it takes you years to learn the smartest way is not to burn
though some folks like to hang out in the trenches
next time she will plan ahead and carry her own banner head and wave it high above the other wenches

these whining eyes,
like my mother
I never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
I'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no