There’s a little white church at t… And it’s next to a park in “Goose… The park isn’t much, just some gra… And an old wishing well, if wishin… There’s a story that’s told about…
The melodies within the soul Can accelerate the hours, Songs to God about his love And all His wondrous powers. No foolish thoughts cloud the mind
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
In my mumbled, scattered, youth There was no purpose Just a happenstance appearance Of someone’s grand design. But as I grew and looked around
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
I Once visited the land of “WAS” Why I did that If memory serves It was just because. It wasn’t a plan for sea and sand
The Sky’s in blistered phases From a sunset’s dying light As the ocean mocks the shadows of Some passing gulls in flight. The wind drifts deep, as melting l…
In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine. You se… And Christmas is coming my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…
Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,
In the silence of moonbeams thoughts pass to calm so, falling is seldom heard upon the clouds I ride on D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
I do believe the whole affair Was an adult, contrived, mess. There I was in an armored suite And shaking in distress. I was not meant to be a Knight
If I could paint a pristine scene Using words from my mind Then I would word a whispering br… In an English garden, Willow line… And if I could build a place to d…
Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…