Tag: love

Coming Around Again

You take me back
Memories so still
Of summer's breeze and winter's chill
You silently plead with a child's will
To be safe, held tightly in my arms
Lifting you up, to keep you from harm
Don't let this mood be your alarm

Like the moon and my sin
This will come around again

Our cycles abound
These cycles come around
Dragging cycles over ground
In celestial joy
The cycles resound

While we bend the sky
Across horizons wide
And with them meet,
the curve of your eye
And all my sins will be magnified

But still you remain of silent will
Cradled safely in my arms so still
Like summer's breeze and winter's chill
My love will come around again

High Above

Under a sky
So odd to me
Climbing on high
A feeling so free

Inspiration from a dream
Inspires but only for a day
Inspires to what is seen
Inspiration will fade away

High above the lights below
A city cuts the darkest night
A million fires burning slow
A million hearts holding tight
A million loving hearts will show
A million hearts with love they might
And although I'm high, my heart is low

Lost

Start your search for where I sit
Lost in music, thought and alcohol.
Where I'll be digging through the darkened folds of my mind
Searching for the words to express the feelings in my heart.
Tearing open my skin to let out what is within
And expanding my reach to embrace everything that life can bring.

Fifty-Two Hertz

52-Blue: The Loneliest Whale

“Calling out at 52 Hz, a frequency unrecognized by other whales, this mysterious creature is believed to have lived its life in solitude. It calls forever unanswered by its own kind. In our ever-present fascination with these majestic beasts, the tale of “52” has prompted an intense reaction amongst our own species, pointing to a greater awareness of human loneliness than ever before.”

Inspired by the Dreams of a Child

Originally written March 1, 2009

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Time slips away
We warmly greet
Each coming day
While dark clouds
Fill the sky
A summer’s last breath
I chase after
Those warm days past
Grasping at what is left
A kite string
Quickly blowing
Out of reach
With an autumn wind
Uncontrolled
Out of my control
I cannot control
This passing
The changing of these seasons
When the golden leaves fall
Covering the lively ground
Turning everything brown
The death embrace
Comes too quickly
Leading in a winter freeze
The procession of life
This life in my hand
The only one
A gift to live
And autumn comes too soon