He was acquitted in a trial
With no witnesses allowed
And no testimony taken
The verdict a foregone conclusion
Even the Mafia couldn’t swing
A Sweetheart deal like that.
ljm

Time has a way of turning the tables
    as I await a new generation's arrival
I remember like yesterday, lying here
     breathing heavy with your life force

Time has come full circle, my baby's
     having a baby...
I stand guard, eyeing her lover
     making sure he does his part
I watch the Dr., nursing staff and monitors
     eyeing them all like a hawk, guarding her fledgling

I wonder in awe at the amazing strength of my daughter
     I cry for the love between her and her lover
Time has come, with a steady hum and a push
     Amazing Grace! Now he is here...

Time has stopped for a moment, waiting on his first
     breath of life...

Roman Micah, Welcome to the Word!!

A tradewind transgression,
Cold dusk and despair,
Your cigarette slowdance,
Spring rain in your hair,

Fireflies in the moonlight,
Our parking lot kiss,
Still lost in that moment,
Sweet summertime bliss,

Found a home in my head,
And stars in your eyes,
We dreamed happy endings,
Fall leaves and goodbyes,

As the distance outgrew us,
Time froze us in place,
Snow fell come December,
And covered all trace.

As I walk the morning beach alone,
with sunlight on my face,
I search to find these treasured bits
in this, a magical place.

These gifts the seas give endlessly,
are tossed before my hands,
all wet with the foamy surf-brought brine,
they glisten in the sand.

A dwelling once for housing life,
discarded now they find,
a special place within the one,
with solitude of mind.

This quiet life of beachcombers,
we know it all too well,
need silence, peace, and beauty,
as we search for more than shells.