In a search for new words (Variation)

In a search for new words

Like new ways of breathing

So it’s not the same threads

In much the same weaving

Always panning for gold

And hoping for a strike

So my writing’s not dirt
I must search the unlike

Beneath a tree

Beneath a tree

With branches high

We sat and breathed

An endless sigh

Time escaped us

Not like that oak

Its rings are proof

For it to boast

No past is mine

I’ve claimed no hours

I sat in sun

Far from showers

For present time

We joined as three

On a hillside

Beneath a tree

Time did not ask of us

Time did not ask of us

It left us undisturbed

The days spent in waiting

My heart restrained and curbed

Time did not ask of us

It lay there in slumber

Gave us bright and dark

So we could keep the number

I am falling under

I am falling under

A wave I cannot cross

When I try to break through

My strength is at a loss

I look for the seashore

The light, the sun above

My eyes slowly closing

Black birds that once were doves

Cover me, my ocean

My grave is but the sea

I breathe water only

No air is there for me

There is a deep silence (Variation)

There is a deep silence

Between each noise and sound

Deeper than the ocean

More solid than the ground

There is a silent cry

That never lets you tear

It’s greater than the cry

That you can only hear

Hold me, envelop me

Hold me, envelop me

Give yourself with kindness

With your all seeing eyes

Accept me in blindness

Point me towards a lightness

And guide me on my way

Love me in tomorrow

As you love me today

I'm so in the moment

I’m so in the moment

I can see exactly

Dust floating in sunlight

So matter of factly

To find the Universe

Is at my fingertips

And life and all its dreams

Complete my shoulder chip

There's nowhere else but here

There’s nowhere else but here

There’s no time or shadows

In the absence of sound

This is all that matters

It is painted and framed

And it never ages

It is written on air

With clouds as its pages

Yes I saw a dead man (Variation)

Yes I saw a dead man

While walking home today

He did no ask the time

Nor had a word to say

I turned many corners

He closely followed more

As if his home were mine

And his key fit my door

I have this little smudge

I have this little smudge

So the white bird in me

Has decided not to fly

Though happiness is free

My energy is gone

As if I’ve drained my lake

All for a little smudge

Not a mountain mistake

I remember a time

I remember a time

When nothing is a blur

A time of day when both

The sun and moon occur

I’m present tense with you

And happiness is free

We’re traveling without

A past or destiny

So here I am shouting (Variation)

So here I am shouting

I know I will be hushed

I love you in this day

Time will surely crush

Searching for eternity

Not the wild or the weed

I’m an only flower

That never goes to seed

In a silent rain storm

In a silent rain storm

I walk the city street

I see my reflection

In rain pools at my feet

I’m feeling so alone

With strangers that I dart

Under my umbrella

A shield to guard my heart

All the trees are timber (Variation)

All the trees are timber

My head waits on my arms

The columns have fallen

All the forests are farms

Mountains are plains rising

Waves break but aren’t broken

My head on my arm waits

Music is not spoken

Too tired for conquest (Variation)

Too tired for conquest

And through the dogwood tree

Stars between the branches

Making smaller of me

Bats are in the clearing

Above the firefly glow

So what is the answer

For no one seems to know

Spring trees are bright yellow

Spring trees are bright yellow

Red winged black birds scatter

While countless unseen birds

Sit around and chatter

In the morning new day

Sun rises to its calling

Hiding behind clouds while

Silent rain is falling

How useless is this thought

How useless is this thought

Why can’t I hit a nerve

I try to steer my Life

But I only live to serve

These words that cannot echo

Though I’m poised on a cliff

They’re falling on deaf ears

That cannot hear a riff

What can I give to you

What can I give to you

Forgiveness is my gift

Wrapped up in forgetfulness

The mind must have a sift

I don’t want to fight you

I know that you are kind

Forgiveness is my gift

And a forgetful mind

When I dream I'm dreaming

When I dream I’m dreaming

Of when it’s just us two

A Marc Chagall painting

Is there for me and you

A goat plays violin

Beneath a passing cloud

We whisper I love you

And then shout it outloud

The stars in nothingness

The stars in nothingness

Black night without moonlight

In darkness their silence

As I whisper to their light

Yet wishing I could scream

I fell short of glory

Why are they the only

Witness to my story

Anxious for perfection

Anxious for perfection

Willing to surrender

Why are there countless days

That I don’t remember

Stars hide in sunlight

The moon is looking pale

What sky is steering me

And when can I exhale

The sun painted sunlight

The sun painted sunlight

Before the night was night

Its brush dipped in bright white

Cardinals late for bed

And through the leaves of trees

A slowly painted breeze

Feathered with tender ease

A robin's chest of red

How to find a balance

How to find a balance

When the world is tilted

Artificial progress

Feels a little stilted

Put an egg on its end

Yet the world it passes

Slanted while it’s spinning

Bent upon its axis

My soul touching your soul

My soul touching your soul

Two shadows become one

Two hearts beat together

Our love can’t be undone

Space and time have order

The universe makes sense

The past and future sleep

While we're in present tense

Ev'ry day a mountain

Ev’ry day a mountain

When it’s a mustard seed

Difficulty living

This Life, I must concede

Only getting harder

Gets steeper all the time

Growing more defeated

Each day I have to climb

Like a Van Gogh painting

Like a Van Gogh painting

Or in a flower bed

They face towards the sun

And gently bow their heads

Tucked inside their gold caps

Are hundreds of their seed

Look here comes the goldfinch

It's time for them to feed

Beyond the sky is where

Beyond the sky is where

Clouds, land and oceans swirl

In a black universe

Around the sun we twirl

And in my own backyard

Cardinals make a pair

Not knowing that we’re in

The middle of nowhere

White dinner plates fan out

White dinner plates fan out

Across the ocean floor

Shoes can still be found from

Passengers rich and poor

On a cold ocean bed

A Ship of Dreams asleep

It’s beauty in darkness

In the Atlantic deep

Millions of stars are not

Millions of stars are not
Part of constellations
Many of my thoughts are
Never conversations

Strange to find Life passing
Seems like the beginning
And with too much time lost
Losing and not winning