Monthly Archives: January 2018

From This Grave

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…and from this grave a flower grows
A little part of what’s lost shows
Then one tear from these eyes flow
At the sight of a flower that grows.

Waiting for the Snow

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Follow me into the light
The sun would lend you anyway.
“Tomorrow’s gone, now have no fright.”
The foggy morning says.
Were I to ask you what the night
And moon and stars would say,
Do not answer if you do not know
I musn’t know today.

Continue on the path with me
And soon I will show
What you’ve been waiting for,
But you must wait until the flowers grow.
Spring to summer, summer to fall
Follow me and we’ll go
With our questions, searching for answers
While we wait for winters snow.

They Expire

A reflection,
A form on the water
They no longer know.
It is capable of anything.
They say the flotsam is in the way,
The reflection is distorted,
By a shimmer on the surface.
On the shore they’ll find no purpose,
One must jump in.
Waiting for the image to become still and clear,
They expire.
Never realizing the image was a reflection of who they were before.

Into Dreaming

I would ask if you’ve been dreaming,
Throughout the night and past the dawn,
But your tired eyes, they tell me
Of what I’ve suspected all along.
Follow me past the twilight
To listen to the days last song.
Into this dreaming I’ll assure you,
Of all the things that didn’t go wrong.

Let it settle and breathe easy,
Think not of the dust that followed us here.
Follow me, my eyes see clearly,
The fog is nothing, do not fear.
Daylight dims. Close your eyes and see,
Do not worry what may appear.
In your dreams still I’m beside you
And always to make a path clear