At night

The slam of a dorm door
are those of an angry brother
throwing something at the wall
or slamming the door.

The fast patter of feet
in the hallway
are those of mine
running up the stairs
to hide.

The muttered rambling voices
from outside
are those of parents arguing
until the wee hours of the night
thinking you're asleep.

Under those far-reached specks
Of joyful glittering stars
Steps a thoughtful wanderer
Like a philosopher in a hazy road of night.

In his wrinkled long lived hands
He holds the book of his soul
Where every word is written
With precision, passion and vision.

The worn-out crinkly papers
Store the wise thoughts and feelings
Which get a complement fillings.
In an every new place of wonder.

For him the adventure and life
Is the most captivating matter
To discover the goodness of people
And write the wise words of jewel.

Detroit city was the last to see
The last of you, the last of me
All these years later I'm fit to cry
I love you still, hello goodbye

I bring with me now a whole new game
I'm not the same, I swear I've changed
It's strange to see what years will do
Hello to me, goodbye to you

If I could take us back in time
Would I still lose what I found hard to find
Would Detroit city then sing out
Goodbye to then, hello to now

Years down the road, here's the thing
I didn't mean to make a scene
Down to the  "T"  down to the letter
Hello for now, goodbye forever

Life on the road
young star shinning brighter
at least that's what I thought

But the endurance is fading
some icicles to cool my greed
Or just a joyful demise ,no second guessing

Making paper is a beautiful dalliance
but you must let go of the obsession
While you still cling to fiction ,elegance and beauty passes you

from way over all oceans
higher than the sky

your voice can be heard
opening hearts

I'm not an artist but I've opened up galleries with your name painted all over the walls

they're a souvenir encoded in brush strokes of downward spirals and rose tinted tunnel vision

the lights are blaring and my sight is blurred by tears and the street lamp flickers, almost sympathetically

a street lamp can understand, so why can't you?

in the great battle of forever;
love won long ago