At 3:02 the last bomb fell, smoke and ashes spread,
wiping out survivors that were counting up the dead.
Buildings lay in rubble, piled throughout the street,
as the country once the master met such grim defeat.
Some bodies moved in search of food while others screamed and cried,
By 5:05 in the afternoon all but two had died.
A youth whose eyes were lost in flames, stumbled in pain and fright
as a woman lay huddled in a smoke filled room hiding away from the night.
For three long weeks they survived this way, just barely enough to eat.
The future of a rebuilt was lost, lest the two should meet.
The blind man staggered in bricks and trash,
falling and crawling through the smouldering ash.
Death was creeping up on him for he heard the steps behind,
when a woman’s scream pierced his ears and thoughts raced through his mind.
Face to face at last they stood, now the world could grow,
but the youth without his vision was the last of two to know.
His hands reached to touch her, but she said “ it can’t be done”
Then she took him in her arms “My God I’ve found my son”.

A sunset glows of ruby red, through trees of emerald green,
The sapphire blue of water emits a dazzling sheen.
All this glory warms the soul and my love will wake enhanced
Like a fairy queen in a restless field, of music where she danced.
I long to enter the world of dreams to feel this needed love
But guidance to the special world comes from up above.
Springtime turns to summer when dandelions will reign,
The golden twists controlled by wind help ease my daily pain.
They say that love can torture they say that it can die,
And so I fear the fractured land where lovers sit and cry.
I wait here on the outside, seeing colours in my soul
And pray a love that’s safe and mild will come and make me whole.
Eyes of brown will haunt my dreams as I wake in tragic heat
Perhaps the eyes are memories or someone I will meet.
My patience plays at evil games in my saddened mind
I fear that love’s a treasure this lonely man won’t find.

I lay upon the satin sheets
As the lights burn through my head
And struggle with my memory
To recall just what I said.
I turned and put my hand across
The body that I share
And wondered in my empty mind
if it really pays’ to care?
“What’s in sharing life” I ask,
But only half for me
God, these satin sheets feel cool
and in my hand the key.
I guess I’ll stay for one more night
She really shouldn’t mind,
She seems to like my company
and my cool evasive kind.
Perhaps when morning comes around
I’ll pack and move awhile
To another bed with satin sheets
and a temporary smile.

Darkness spreads like summer tar as her eyes turn up the heat,
Pretending life is a forever thing is a polished silver feat.
Like raven’s hair and an eagle’s heart, she bears the burden well
Living through the daily fear of a secret none can tell.
Her love will dance like firelight on a frosty afternoon,
Even though she knows the time is ending all too soon.
Winter’s chill turns up the pain to an ever burning rage
As we wait like little children for the turning of the page.
We simply live like migrants or mutants on a screen,
We just can’t share a memory of a place we’ve never been.
But we can clasp two hearts as one through electric cord
And cry ourselves to sleep at night, praying to some Lord.
Tomorrow’s just a distant nod in a sea of unknown wind,
Losers die of wondering on what day they’ve sinned.
I’ll carry on my weary back the treasures handed me
And wander through the heavens to see what I can see.
I’ll watch and guide from distant space, I’ll whisper oh so low
But only you will understand the world I used to know.

A man trapped in habit and silliness, I waited with baited breath
but this year my special day was torn from me by his tragic death.
We would sit as a tandem in the spring sun, two noses in the air.
pondering lunch, grass, lilac buds, but not harbouring a single care.
A dozen years such a short and faltering era, one I can’t explain
we shared our time, we shared our souls, and most of all our pain.
The first warm rays of spring brought us out like two old bears
airing out our empty souls and throwing off our winter cares
Facing the sun grinning in our own special way, a pair winding down,
a brave and furry warrior and his faithful adoring clown.
So I guess it’s over, the sun doesn’t shine quite as brightly today
I sat there alone, an old and lonely fool with nothing left to say.
Perhaps this year, spring has a new purpose, to usher in the end,
my faithful old friend has left me and I have no garden to tend.

A beak chipped with wear and conflict, wings tattered and shorn, we
continue on to our destination, unlike man who falters and cries in fear.
We have but one goal, to reach our destination and continue our world. A world built on flight, family, and fate. We face the winds, the chill of ice the heat of the suns glare and continue on. We spread our wings as did our ancestors for thousands of years before our birth, behind our trail our young ones, following blindly to their predestined world.
This is what we do, we migrate, we breed, we repeat and repeat, but who knows that we dream. Perhaps no one ever will.
We do, and our dream is to continue without fear of loud sounds that drop our bodies to the cold damp ground, that leave young ones alone.
Perhaps in times to come beauty and grace will send up a signal to those that
stop our path and needlessly leave our young alone to die…if we could speak we would only ask why.
I fly, I will always fly

Listening as the gentle breeze of whispers drift past my deafened ears.
Dreaming  as the whistling wind burns my soul and reminds me of fears
where do we go from here, too many games, too many songs.
Too many plans gone astray, not enough rights and too many wrongs.
Mountains too high to climb, rivers that can’t be crossed.
Lakes of silken glass and oceans that long to be tossed.
Raindrops of glass clatter on my roof, with echo’s taunting
life’s not all that fearful just terribly sad and daunting.
So here I go again, flying without any wings, dancing in pain,
Slipping, sliding, falling on my past, staring up at hot rain.
Its over soon, the subtle end is looming bright, one night
while music screams, liquor pours, smoke curls ever bright
There I go watch me fly, no chute, no prayer, no hope
Just clouds above and crystal blue, watch me fall, watch me *****.
Ah, gather round, see the feathers on my soul, you know that when I die
I’d rather fall while flying, then wait and long to try.