In the morning mist the sky was ki… With tiny sparks from a wooded rod The power was shy, those sparks to… Not like the power from the hand o… Those magic places in those mystic…
Some visions lost to time, it seem… Were made up of some childhood dre… Those dreams that find their way b… When I’m down and quite alone. Those dreams fill a mighty void,
There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one
In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…
The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…
Under an Oval Moon, a gold Doubl… Fell heavily upon the ship-lap bar… A man with a hook instead of a han… Wiped sweat from his brow and utte… “We’ll have rum laced with lime.
The clouds roll in And the clouds roll out But that’s not really What clouds are about And the sun still shines
“Let’s write a poem!” —- No, let’s not! Have you no remembrance Of that heart you once shot? With an arrow you killed it
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…
“Call It Stormy Monday” Down on “Jericho Road” But they say, "“I got a Secret”, And it’s a “Comfort to the soul”.… The “Big Boss Man” plays the “Bl…
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
In darkness, shadows hide Unseen by misting eyes. But who might seek the softer side Of phantoms and their cries? Those that drift to indigo
On a mighty steed dressed for batt… Rode the Knight of a Thousand Ey… In a silver suite of armor fashion… From the lightning bolts within th… Then from the night came the Shad…
Some dreams flitter like butterfli… Touching flowers of hope Under stormy skies And where they land Is anyone’s guess
