written 1999
The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping
It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,
Such a heavy heart, So crushed by fear— She never meant to lock Her love from you, dear. Her deep love for you
The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…
The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table
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…
Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.
In the small, quiet room when gues… Home for the night and left him to… To thoughts of them and of the eve… To dishes left unwashed in the bas… And mute furniture left slightly a…
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody
You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…
Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…
Dear Love, Yesterday was filled with pain and Sorrow so they spoke. Because of this, yesterday grew Farther and farther away.