I was wrong and I know

I was wrong and I know

Too late to change it so

My today does not flow

When will tomorrow come

Mistakes are often made

And given time will fade

The dulling of the blade

Mountains become a crumb

Not participating

Not participating

Merely on the side lines

All the same, a witness

To any kinds of crimes

Petty or malicious

Still painful evidence

Can hurt the innocent

And wound the audience

Accidental future

Accidental future
The surprises you hold
Unknown journeys ahead
As new stories unfold

I cannot plan for you
I can only react
And stand tall without fear
Not avoiding the fact

When I see the first star

When I see the first star

I think of wishes made

That are useless and spent

And in an instant fade

In a cold universe

That could not care less of

The want, the need, the hope

Of wishes cast above

All the leaves are gone now

All the leaves are gone now

And soon there will be snow

Autumn has settled in

While houses start to glow

And winds begin to howl

In the darkness, moonlight

And naked empty trees

Against a starlit night

Again, I am solo

Again, I am solo

Time is all that exists

I wander all alone

As memories persist

When we were together

But now we are apart

I’m looking to cure the

Loneliness of my heart

It was a Wolf Kahn day

It was a Wolf Kahn day

With yellow trees throughout

The leaves gently blowing

And falling all about

And the sun peeking through

As water caught the light

Disappearing until

Completely out of sight

Little echo of Spring

Little echo of Spring

The fall blooming crocus

Appears out of nowhere

Autumn hocus pocus

The asters in full bloom

The summer at a close

Though butterflies are gone

There’s still the hearty rose

Finally there is peace

Finally there is peace

In the darkness, quiet

And gone are the frantic

The wild and the riot

And twilight on tip toes

Slowly brings in the night

One by one hanging stars

In the palest moonlight

Not an epic journey

Not an epic journey

Just a difficult climb

A race with the mountain

And the passing of time

I’ve abandoned old dreams

Just to lighten the load

And yet I’m still dreaming

Past the bend in the road

I'm not one to conquer

I’m not one to conquer

To dictate or to rule

Not one to take over

To oversee, be cruel

Neither lead nor follow

I tend to walk, not run

Not seeking an award

I still feel like I’ve won

Not even a cold war

Not even a cold war

There are no emotions

We’re two mountain ranges

Two divided oceans

We’ve dropped our swords and shields

To look the other way

No feelings between us

With not a word to say

How short was long ago

How short was long ago

I was young yesterday

How soon rain turns to snow

Then tulips on their way

The sun setting early

We’re past the Equinox

In just a short time, we’ll

Be setting back the clocks

The flags are waving like

The flags are waving like

Candles that won’t blow out

And in the afternoon

The moon still hangs about

Near the edge of vastness

An emptiness, a blip

I’m poised for adventure

A free unguided ship

One by one the leaves fall

One by one the leaves fall

The season at an end

With the light, not as bright

The road with one last bend

The story has been told

Another chapter gone
How soon the twilight and
The memories of dawn

I'm not in the moment

I’m not in the moment

The sun is in my eyes

Yet I’m not seeing sun

The brightness or the rise

I’m staring out in space

Remembering ago

Thinking time has faded

A moment that I know

No painting yesterday

No painting yesterday

No company of words

A mass extinction like

Passenger pigeon birds

The colors of autumn
Just took my breath away
Unable to utter
Or find the words to say

Here at the beginning

Here at the beginning

Is the best place to start

Before the twist and turns

The journeys of the heart

Before the arrows fly

There’s no distance, no far

Where dreams are brand new like

A wish upon a star

I'm calling, calling out

I’m calling, calling out

And strangers turn around

That would not have looked if

I hadn’t made a sound

The silent written word

So often goes unread

A book never opened

An echo that is dead

Two minus one is one

Two minus one is one
No one to hear my song
In your absence I ask
If I truly belong

Ribbons of black starlings
Crossing a morning sky
Yet I travel alone
Without you, asking why

I'm anxious to find peace

I'm anxious to find peace
Running hard to stand still
Broken wings on my feet
Falling rocks on the hill

Looking left, looking right
No chance to see ahead
They say it's the journey
It's the struggle instead

Remember the blossoms

Remember the blossoms

As fruit drops from the tree

Remember the springtime

The fresh green of the leaves

The summer, the season

And the time that was spent

In sunshine and showers
Days that came and then went

What seems very simple

What seems very simple

Just becomes more complex

Omit passion in speech

And it’s still the same text

That climate change is real

We’re not moving ahead

Where’s the new Iowa

When Iowa is dead

Again the dark tunnel

Again the dark tunnel

There’s no way to escape

Fifty years and counting

Without ever a break

Perfection punishes

And blemishes the whole

All this time and pressure

And no diamonds, just coal

The Arctic is melting

The Arctic is melting

It’s reflecting less light

The oceans are warmer

And increasing in height

Record breaking July

A few degrees higher

We changed the atmosphere

The World is on fire

Distance is vanishing

Distance is vanishing

Not much further to climb

So high and looking back

The clouds have clouded time

Thousands of days missing

All forgotten and lost

Spring, summer and fall gone

It’s beginning to frost

Another day the same

Another day the same

Even the same weather

Black crows abandon fields

Migrating together

While here I am alone

As I travel through time

Caught in the same canon

With always the same rhyme

The river smooths the rocks

The river smooths the rocks

And time is said to heal

But I’m already bruised

With black marks on my peel

No way to reverse the

Damage already done

There’s nothing I can do

The rotting has begun

I know my tomorrow

I know my tomorrow

And it should go as planned

Much like it did today

Another grain, a sand

If there’s no accidents

And surprises are few

I just have to show up

And tomorrow comes true

Cloudy day, leaves turning

Cloudy day, leaves turning

To yellow, orange and red

Inside me, the crow sleeps

While the dove crowns my head

News no longer worthy

Forgotten yesterday

This day slowly ending

The twilight growing gray

I know the time will come

I know the time will come

It won’t be news firsthand

Maybe by telephone

I’ll come to understand

The how and why and such

The usual questions

Then the words of comfort

That everyone mentions