Mountains stand, yet only view, others as gusts of rain
Yet a dream stands there in silence
Even in this time our hearts can ascertain
It is here we can find our balance

There are footsteps seeking out tomorrow’s fountains
Shining golden in their quest
That look up into the faces of these mountains
With silent dreams which never rest

To return to their homes, there is never any thought
When they see the gentle leaving of day
Feather across the peaks, when the eve is sought
Taking one more step along the way

There is blood on the sandals and gold in the hearts
Of the dreamers who quests are ascertained
Mountains stand
Viewing others as one side apart
While silent dreams, become much more
Than gusts of rain

Until the sea waves wash into the dead of night
Gathering enough jewels to wear
My life will touch upon the shores of light
And my thoughts will always be there

My treasures whirl around the earth as I speak
Clouds rise into the hours beyond
Life’s river flows slowly yet is never weak
Eliciting my emotions to respond

Far and fast reaching is the hand of nature’s power
I can hear her calling in the wind
My eyes seek to see better in every hour
Releasing dust that made them blind

I see no scarlet time when life could be so cruel
Yet few now remember our sea
But I still watch her gathering all her jewels
To wear upon her waves for you and me

Idle hours are gracious into the dead of night
When sea waves rush upon the shore
As jewels fall from heaven replenishing my light
Flowing life’s river into me once more

There existed new roads, where we had to walk
Lonely bridges, we had to cross
To come to know the lessons we had to learn
As two stones, gathering wisdom’s moss

Those changes reflected in the show of eyes
Breathes new air into the wind
That blows the same without the sighs
Of the past, rushing in

There lies a sweet song within a tune recalled
Which now has expression to note
Carried deep within to move the heart of all
Waiting this day, to be wrote

An empty page, a pen, a poet’s lyrical heart
Time on the side of precious ink
Now pens the words, here to impart
New air, awaits to drink

Our bare soles are tattered and travel weary
Yet our hearts have been renewed
Gathered in wisdom of moss we carry
As two stones, changing our view

A curve of satin sits idly beneath a sight so deeply moved
Amid the stillness of a hope that longs to rise
The moon smiles down, as if he approves
A dream pursued by the eyes

The softest sound takes flight in a voices sweetest tune
In a misty stream of pale moonlight
Hands are clasped in a curving spoon
A taste of hope in sheer delight

Thrilled hearts sigh, dreaming of a blissful hour
Weep with joy as their wonder shows
The perfect bloom of a dream filled flower
A curve of satin did bestow

Hope shines in the misty moonlight, on the sweetest tune
A constant vigil in a dream pursued tonight
Swells inside two hearts which spoon
Deeply moved in their delight

I painted a picture of another time that I existed in
Looked at every color in my view
Thought about the way, my heart beat within
Remembered, the face of you too

I turned the picture over and looked for a nail
Thinking I could hang it on my wall
Every color in my picture my senses did assail
When I remembered the face of our fall

Muted colors of crimson passion flowed in disbelief
From the edges of the canvas I had prepared
Remembering the heart I took like a thief
Tore open and left bleeding there

I turned the picture over and looked for my brush
Every color I had in my view
Thought about the way, my heart beat in a rush
When I remembered, the face of you

I painted a picture of this time we both exist in
Using every color in my view
Thought about the way, my heart beats within
As I retouched, the heart, of you

In a cold world that fell to the persuasions of a crown
Their lights went out aside the other way
Feeling a primal wish of renown
They looked up into the sky
To find a brighter day

It was said that they pulled a string along the ages
Dipped cautiously into the stars above
Slipped open the locks on cages
Filled everything that could be felt inside
With love

A drift of a thousand years had cursed them with a fate
Bitten into everything they had become
Yet when filled with love’s update
The sweetest glances filled their hearts
And they succumbed

Constrained like trees they waited, bending in the wind
Truthfully their hearts never bowed
Into the fields they were born once again
Tall and straight, free and proud
Released were they
From the crown