Oh how the bitter chill arose from the night
Briskly it clings to my chest
Tight, my lungs fill with bitterness
Music that comes with the darkness
From the night owl that sings besides my window
Reminding of how cold the hour
That flies with the ever present issue
How I'd love to hear with clearity
The willows that lie with in the bank
Floods the memory of you
Like the outer lakes the river that flows
With the kiss of reason
Rushing through the waters of life
Making since of folly
Making fools of us all
Gide my feet from falling
And slipping on this soggy ground
The muddy mire sloshes between my toes
As I walk on
Past the fellows that came to fish
The beauty of the day brake
Seeps through the mountain peeks
Each drop of sun light warms my face
Shines on this face so weathered
The lines of the passing years line my brow
And into my heart
Oh, how I love to feel the fresh air
The calm of the wind passing
As if to say hello
The birds sing their morning tune
And I feel true to life again
But somewhere in the midst of wonder
Lies layers of question
With the passing moments
That can never be replaced
Slowly reality crashes into dream
The measure of timelessness
And the reality of the undiscovered
Lie within the reach of the person who is willing
And the people who are ready
To leave their doubt behind
And press on into the night

Once things seemed so easy, so clear.
Simple were the words we spoke
Beauty in the eyes that looked
Through the window of my mind
Through the shadows, into light
Soft yellows, warming my face
Looking out the window
Into the street
Past the empty branches
To the road below
That tells so many stories
Of the ones who know
The ones that laugh
The ones who cry
The ones who wounder
The ones who lye
Below the tree
Above the city
On a mountain side

Closing my eyes
Nothing to see
Covered my head
Nothing to hear
Silence speaks
Loudly in my ears
Of days gone by
Happy faces
Faces of those I love
Friends and family
With me here and up above
Deep consuming pain
With in my chest
Swelling, rising out
Crashing with each tear
Loosing control
With every breath
And gasp of air
weeping, hurting

Category: Writing and Poetry
Sometimes I wish I understood
Why things go the way they do
Sometimes I wish I understood
Why the sky is not always blue
Sometimes it gray
Sometimes it rains alot
And the sun fades
And the wind blows
Then my eyes close
And I see
Nothing
Nothing but emptiness
From within
And I close my eyes again
And dream
Of soft spring days
That never end
And crisp bright floweres
That never fade
That never wilt
That never shed their leaves
And sweet April days
That always stay
The rain that comes
Sometimes in May
To sweep the flowers away
From one single tear
To many that flow
Down to the bottoms
Of storybook houses
And the lives of the characters
Their names so many
Their lives like mine
So fair away