My cheeks are cold
and my hands are oh so lonely
                                                          ­          …My shoes are strolling all alone

She's humming soft
and swaying oh so slowly
                                                        ..­.Making those moves for moving home

I better walk you there
before the sun goes down
You know its easy for souls to grow cold  alone out here tonight.

Planning a life for the autumn is trying
like trying to plan for when autumns due
the evidence of her is up on the counter,
lines for the life inside of you.

well where is the cherub bearing the witness,
bringing the news to the tired men?
she’s right here, she’s next to me
she’ll be stilling my restless heart again

Well you can be on my mind
but we know we are in His hands
and we can tell all our friends
that we know now when life begins

Can you think of a time when the moment was
just right for all of the challenging times ahead?
they say that you have to be
older,
smarter,
done with school,
when your moneys made.

but when all of the wicked call that
we cant hold our home together
the Word speaks its Peace to me
and He’ll be whispering to you too in time

You're always on my mind
but please know we are in His hands
and we can tell all our friends
that the autumn is when our Life begins

Bless the poets of the past
who wrote all
without the applause
of ten thousand clicking mice

who poured out souls
on paper
in dimly lit rooms
... alone

who spoke the world
through rhyme and verse
to bless and curse
the meaning of it all

who first haunted your heart with words and lifted your spirit with prose
only for the sake of putting thoughts to the pen
           ...who made us out of 26 letters.

A voice whispers words into my veins
A voice instructs me, strut this way
And that way too, don’t stop...I’ll never shoo.
By the time I’ve made it to the train
My heart begins to
                                                            T­****
                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                   Thump

                                                          ­                           Thump

                                                          ­                                                      Without a moment to choke
                                                           ­                                                          I hop on the station
                                                         ­                                                  Headed west, with barely a breath
                                                          ­                                A thought in this head that steals any concentration

Sleep eludes me, you penetrate me
Enrich me with the echoes of your mind
Bare with me, let us intertwine
                                                            A path paved over by the ways of the world
                                                            Still hot and sticky, I mold it with my toes
                                                             Imprinted with my wishes and my hopes
No traces of intervention
No substance of prevention



Sitting atop the stool
Painted by the artist
Within his palm
Lies his instrument
Prepared to implement
Painting shadows of time and space
Strokes back and forth
Lines united by grace
                                                       ­                                         A picture varnished
                                                   ­                                           A piece of time caught
                                                      ­                                         As quick as created, it
                                                              ­

                                                               ­                                                   dis..
        ­                                                                 ­                                               si..
             ­                                                                 ­                                                 pa.
                                                             ­                                                                 ­           .tes


                                                      ­Fading with all its glory

Well i've been driving on my own
i've been stuck on rocky time
and i've been praying for a signal
I've been begging for a sign

...from Colorado
maybe that's where i'll go

She's been flowing over passes
She's been moving through the trees
and I can hear her on the wind
oh I can feel her in the breeze

...Colorado
maybe thats where she'd go.