Causes here and those we know
Sift right down through candle glow
And paint a picture true and clear
Of what we have to keep us here
For you are there and I am just
A keeper of your angle dust  
Who wipes it clear and keeps it high
To bring back down when you are nigh
I search for you and I can't find
Your words to me within my mind
To comfort all those hidden fears
Brought forth amid my tireless ways
To seek you out and find the day
When all this stops and we can shine
Bring forth the flowers and the wine
And waste away on moonlit flights
To laugh about our autumn nights
When all the world seemed low you know
While we were lost with hearts a flow
Searching here and there for you
To stop this flight it can't be true
Yes we will laugh and tell the tale
Of when I almost thought we'd sailed
On that last voyage on which we failed
But alas we both would sing
And see what now the sun would bring
To settle back with distant songs
Which showed us where we both went wrong
For looking at your eyes I see
The very thought you have of me
Forever is a windswept song
That drives me here to tag along.

Sadness lengthens into night
And with it goes attention
To all the bends and pressures
Of sensitive emotions
Taking with it further thought
Suspending truth and light
It soothes the mind with calmness
Destroying it with memories
With businesslike precision
Recalling every warmth
Computerizing feelings
As though an everyday occurrence
We approach a curtain
Which sometimes falls and rises
Separating sections
Of people and surroundings
And like a catalogue of names
We research each part
Pondering what went wrong
Or why it didn't work
To come to a conclusion
Or so we'd like to think
On every single act
Until given second thought....

It's different now
I've hidden your pictures
Trangressed upon that road
We often talked about
When there came a day
One of us was gone
As unlikely as it seemed
And now is upon us
The word 'Us" seems to fade
As though a teardrop
Fell amd made it disappear
Reasons became dominent
Words failed to reach
Summer is here and yet
I am locked in winter's thoughts
Without a need to see the sun
Yet I must go on
And like the past that floats
There is room for you
In a corner of my heart
That reaches out
Consuming all that's me
Reminding me that
Life is fleeting
Purpose is just
Hearts are timeless spans
Upon which we invest our trust.

It seemed I had always played the Game
I slipped into the 60’s without one clue
Choices were made and theories to learn
My long hair flowed and I was a child
Those around me were children too
But they also acted grown up and confident
We spouted songs of protest and concern
Never heeding our demise and purpose
I once traveled to Chicago to see a girl
Not to dwell in protest or disorder
I was the lucky one all decked out
In my bluejeans and flower shirts
I wrote poetry for my own peace of mind
The ones who I let read it were envious
They wanted me to publish
I wanted to be left alone
I had already fought that greed
Once I gave the same poem to two girls
Each showed it to their friends
When they discovered they had the same one
They both dumped me and became good friends
Girls !!!!!!!!
As if they could saddle the world


Back to the Game….
Everyone plays the Game
The ones who say they don’t
Are playing the Game against the Game
(pause for clarity and reality)


In the 60’s we wanted to be free
We rebelled against wealth and position
But the leaders of our movement
Never wanted for food or clothes
In most countries that was extreme wealth
It troubled me then and now
For now you see them in the system
And I am left with doubt
Of how we all stood up
To only be left out.

It’s there again
It creeps within
A shadow lurks
A sea erupts
And how we know
We just assume
Or play the game
In other rooms
We think we see
We march and pound
Grab up the sword
Search all around
But in the end
It’s us we see
‘Cause we are all
Just pedigree
And in this place
We all have made
With different thoughts
Inside our maze
We peep to see
We strive to learn
How far the ones
Of whom we touch
Will bite us back
And spill the blood
But in the end
It’s us we see.

She wants to be friends
For we can’t be lovers
And what am I to do
Lose her altogether ?
So I push aside my feelings
With hope that this will pass
And bring about a better time
When friendship turns to love.
But when that fateful day arrives
When she has made her choice
I’ll be far away
Either by land or thought
Catching glimpses of the clouds
Or focusing on trees
Anything to keep my mind
From lovers and of weddings.
For that road leads away from me
To happiness I’ll never know
Or so at least I tell myself.
And in those snowcapped mountains
Or along some sun-drenched shore
I’ll wonder how it would have been
To have kneeled before that alter.

It was a long and stormy night
And his wife grew tired in labor
At last brought forth a child
And it’s Father called her Rain.
The Mother grew in anger
For that was not a name
She had picked another.
The Father stood his ground
And that was that.
The years went by
And those who saw
And frequented their home
Knew she was surely driven
As much by name as deed.
And when she reached the age
When she would pick a mate
She went on without one
She would seek the dawn
And a new horizon.
The years went by as one
Until there came a day
When storms had settled in
And the sun had gone away
The wind blew hard
And Father and Mother cried
And wished they knew the fate
Of one they named as Rain.
In the storm and autumn’s night
A knock came swift and hard
The door once opened failed to show
The reason for it’s sound.
But when they looked outside
A figure hard and true
Standing firm against the storm
A glimpse of blonde hair flew
And in that night they welcomed
Rain to all their warmth
And heard stories of her wealth
But nothing of her love.