Feet touch down on brittle ground Dried up from the drought Waters scarce from scorching heat No water from the spout The sun is fierce without a cloud To shade the light of day Leading to the cracks in earth Across the dirt and clay
Between the blades of grass On a sun-rich day Where flowers are done blooming And the hare hop free in spades There is an open meadow Where memories are made And magic tends to happen In early June, late May
He gathered all his knowledge Of what it means to be The center of attraction Without causing a scene He wrestled with rejection While still chasing his dreams Crying for salvation Unafraid to scream He picked up all the pieces While learning how to breathe And upon further consideration In a harsh reality He shouted towards the heavens Dropping to his knees Begging and repeating On just how much it means To be dependent on the outcome Of a long forgotten dream
You are a whisper in the chaos A tender, lonesome, dove Always a bit obscure However, full of love You are the seeker of horizons In an endless sky above A survivor of the mayhem When push comes to shove But love shall overcome Of this, I’m certain of
He saw it clear as day Even in the night Visualizing everything He aimed to bring to light Each step he had to take Grasping, holding tight To the promises he made After putting up a fight With a goal to be achieved When it seems nothing’s going right Or when doubters; non believers Disregard you out of spite That’s when things get clearest That’s when dreams take flight Then putting pen to paper Turning into a passion overnight When all ideas flow freely With whichever hand you write And with a flicker of a finger We watch it all ignite
Tattooed on her shoulder Was a colorless rose Outlined as if it were dying Given its pose Hunched and dejected By the path that it chose Just to end up as colorless And the ghost of a rose
Resting teddies under sheets Blankets tucked in tight Bunny rabbit counts his sheep That leap, to sleep, at night Little teddy smiles in bed Big teddy wears a frown They lie awake, with different takes While bunnies safe and sound…. asleep