Those simple brittle leaves
Hanging high up in the trees
We pass them by each day
But do we ever stop to say…

In summer
Thou green bodies sway in the breeze
Topping once bare branches like shirt sleeves

In fall
Going for a new dew
The trees seek to change you to a new hue

In winter
Your lives are nearly over
Slowly each of you floats down like a river

In spring
Welcome, fresh budding leaves
Your full life awaits, it’s just in the eaves

Such beauty can be derived
From leaves so happy to be alive
We may take them for granted sometimes
But how sad would we be without leaves in our lives
We’d look at all of the scary, bare trees
And wonder, such simple soft beauties are leaves

Where does he go at night
When he has left my sight
I hate to let him go
And so I’d like to know
When he leaves me
I know that he must be free
And surely he’ll come back like the sun
Returning to me as the day is begun

Where does he go at night
When he has left my sight
I sit here and wonder
Hearing his thunder
I see he’s left me once again
And so I must pretend
I know just where he goes
But truly no one knows
When he leaves me
I know he must be free

Darling, where do you go at night
When you have left my sight
Faintly he whispers in my ear
“I see how you’ve loved me these years”
Pulling back I see the gleam in his eyes
The next night he sleeps and he dies

It's been four long years since I've seen you face
It's been four long years since I've heard your voice
There's a feeling inside that is hard to place
I just wish that I had some choice

It feels like yesterday when you held my hand
Telling me I could do all that I try
I really wish I could understand
Why I stopped feeling like I could fly

You taught me so much that I never knew
I appreciate all that you gave to me
You believed in me and all I could do
Someday I hope it will set me free

You left me in the most tragic way
Didn't you realize what it would mean?
I'm not sure exactly what I can say
Your sudden parting was unforeseen

But for four long years I've been pondering
What in the world could have been done
My suppressed emotions are still wandering
It's been four long years since I've seen the sun

coffee stain on my jeans
not so bad as it seems
a sign of another morning
and oh how easygoing
the mundane things can be
a question comes upon me
to strive for perfection by cleaning
or to let alone something so endearing
that memento vivere

Blue is the color of the pens we use
Blue is the subtle hint of a bruise
Blue is the color of the visible veins
Blue is the heart when love plays games
Blue is the deepest, bright ocean
Blue is the eyes of one with much devotion
Blue is the color of the dearest sky
Blue is the sentiment of life slipping by
Blue is the embodiment of the soul
Blue is the colorful term for cold
Blue is the saddest in the rainbow
Blue is the mind when the wind blows
Blue is a special type of art
Blue is what I feel when we are apart

When the sun went down
When my lips did frown
When your hand reached mine
When we lost sense of time
When we walked for miles
When I hid my heart in my smiles
When I heard it from you
That is when I knew

Today, tomorrow, yesterday
what difference does it make
when everyday is filled
with things that take?

Unrelenting and unrepentant
is the way pain works,
not a spare eager moment
is unaware that it lurks.

A life tries to ignore it
and for a while succeeds
but it comes back ten times worse
or so it may seem.

You wait quietly
in hopes that it subsides
but as you come to learn
pain always denies.