We each have our own separate tale
Not knowing what our path would entail
We’re scatters of stars on a celestial night
A laughing darkness with beads of light

We’re all a portion of the sky
A cycle to be born then to die
No wonder we look up above and yearn
For part of us wishes to return

Each star has its own beginning
Cascade of matter, bright and spinning
And then a story that lasts until its end
And through life they meander and wend

So all of us have a separate page
That spreads as we grow and we age
And we sparkle in our lifetime quarries
For we’re all made of stardust and stories

— OrcasTogether

Music speaks of a warming sun
Of a journey that has just begun
It’s an echo of the adjourning moon
A reminder that daybreak will come soon

It’s a soothing melody to ease our tears
A conciliating song to quench our fears
It cries out a sorrowful strain
It speaks of love and joy and pain

It tells of a breaking heart
Of a message yet to impart
Times of luminesce felicity
Times of complex simplicity

Music has traveled the sunshine’s beams
It’s traipsed along the river’s streams
Still it satisfies our eager ears
And will live on to do so for many years

Music is wonders abound, encased inside
The rhythm that ebbs and flows with the tide
Beguiling notes made to enthrall
And in a trance we rejoinder it’s call

— OrcasTogether

White domes cap the mountain's head
Heathers bloom in roses’ stead
We cherish the diminishing light
The world blanketed with beguiling white

A serene evening, oh so still
Sun battling with nighttime’s will
A cloud of vapor when I speak
A rosy glow upon my cheek

A flicker sets the world on fire
A flaring coldness in its entire
If I close my eyes, I could almost imagine
The fairytale about to begin

The dazzling landscape sits bright and clear
The breath of winter almost here
Back to the wonderland so long ago
From a little bit of snow…

I know you denounce the laws I abide
And feel chained and tethered standing at my side
But why can’t you let me draw in the light?
Why keep my world in this eternal night?

I know there are demons that lurk in your path
And times when you can’t help but feel their wrath
But why can’t you for once just try to shine?
Why live your life in steady decline?

I know there are horrors that you can’t forget
And the apologies and lies that you can’t accept
But why can’t you restart and try to relive?
What stops you from ever learning to forgive?

— OrcasTogether

The wafting breeze that tickles my hair
The scent of nature tinges the air
The ground that crunches beneath my feet
The forest aroma fresh and sweet
A boundless sky opens above
A lack of stormy clouds thereof
The grasslands stretches in between
Rolling hills of beguiling green
The water the color of priceless jade
Over the cliff in a grand cascade
Glistening life swims beneath the seas
Rows upon rows of verdant trees
The towering mountain, a secret mage
Coated in plumes of sun-kissed sage

— OrcasTogether

Upon the surface, the ripple sways
Under the sky’s smiling gaze
     The winds dance
          The ocean plays
The sun sets the water ablaze

The ripples trace a circular trail
The shimmer and swirl in the storming gale
     The ocean screams
          The drafts wail
A raging contest in the air I inhale

The ripples draw a line of light
As the writhe and wriggle in delight
     A starry sky
          A silent night
While they douse and quench and ignite

The ripples lay under moonlight’s beams
Flowing silently in river streams
     I gaze alight
          At their kindly beams
They sleep serene under peaceful dreams

A horror abound, hidden inside
The repentance and guilt she had denied
The words all those years, left unsaid
And now tracked her dampened cheeks instead

A fragile bridge to the other side
A side where the hurt has always died
Step by step, she tip-toes across
Behind her chases the pain and the loss

The bridge shudders, brittle and frail
She starts sprinting, to no avail
Churning waters below, calling her name
Speaking of pity and fault and shame

A glow in her darkness, concluded and bright
A single star that can light up the night
Blame and despair morphs decided
Where hope remained, small and guided

In that moment, she must begin to choose
If there’ll be whites mixed in with the blues
If she should stop running and turn back to fight
Or give in to the neglects and the blight

She knows this burdens not hers to take
To be shackled and chained by other’s mistakes
So instead of hearing the burn of the woe
She spreads her wings and starts to let go

-- OrcasTogether