written 1999
What did they pay for this rainbow… Here on their high plateau? Aching lungs and the northwind’s s… And drift upon drift of snow. What was the price of this jade gr…
There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…
Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...
He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
She opens your creaky door, And walks across your noisy floor. The wind is blowing the curtains i… There you are, asleep again. How could you break her tender hea…
Once perchance are secrets found a… Footsteps echo on sacred grounds s… Spirits dance on the water lost as… They sing of lifetimes in waiting… Ancient wisdom to return.
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,
With rod and reel and silver lure,… Deep in waters pure. And as the b… Waters churned, he set the hook.… Rolled, the Earth it shook. A cre… Way down deep to try his best, his…
So many hopes Dashed as they arose. Opportunities Never granted. False starts,
Listen... To the sounds of the children’s la… Echoing in the distance. Little boy on the bench, why are y… With tears in your eyes?
An hour of leisure in the garden Like a song expressless in words A symphony composed in heaven Sung best by soft winds and birds. Enjoy your leisure in the garden
His life is almost over so he’s to… How dare they try to be so bold. He’s seen it all, he has set the p… He’s done it all, he has won the r… He’s listened carefully to all the…
Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change