Days die and disappear

Days die and disappear

Just like generations

So we’re in the moment

Having conversations

There is no end to far

Yet we’re so close we touch

Time moves on regardless

It’s both small and too much

Cornfields in a snowfall

Cornfields in a snowfall

White barns covered in snow

Brick homes standing alone

The sun is rising low

Where’s the comfort and joy

We meet to say goodbye

‘Tis the season again

Another year gone by

In need of compassion

In need of compassion
Held here at this checkmate
Wanting to start over
But finding it's too late

At rest on an incline
How has this come to be
Not reaching zenith or
Succumbed to gravity

Must I cross the ocean

Must I cross the ocean
To say I know the sea
Perhaps I must be stung
To understand the bee

In the briefest moment
I think I comprehend
What little do I know
Or answer in the end

So true an affection

So true an affection

That my eyes can’t conceal

My heart has been given

All shadows now are real

In the light from within

The privilege is all mine

In Life, my dance partner

Our fingers are entwined

There is no hidden world

There is no hidden world

Nothing outside this cage

No paradise, heaven

For all eternal age

Not made by a potter

We are not molded clay

No being gives us Life

And takes it all away

Again these images

Again these images

These relics from the past

How can I forget them

And the shadows they cast

Paintings that never blur

Third eye fixed in my mind

Like rocks in an hourglass

That cannot pass with time

A complete one-eighty

A complete one-eighty

A clear new distinction

More about survival

Than my own extinction

To make this decision

To wrestle with my fate

It’s better to arrive

Who cares if I am late

This morning nine airplanes

This morning nine airplanes

Criss-crossed a cloudless sky

As I walked a lonely path

Wishing that I could fly

And nine Canada geese

Formed a flying wishbone

Honking down on me as

I walked my path alone

Swallowed up by silence

Swallowed up by silence

I’m engulfed in dead air

Winter is upon us

And there’s no one out there

In the coldness is peace

Stay inside where it’s warm

And rest until Springtime

Motivates you to swarm

Left with holding nothing

Left with holding nothing

Except the nighttime sky

The Big Dipper empty

Again the question why

Hope slips through my fingers

Dreams disappear and die

But as it gets darker  

The stars intensify

The metronome of Life

The metronome of Life

From falling out of bed

To climbing in to it

Again the sleepy head

From I can overcome

To I can’t keep going

I’ve pushed all I can push

And even tried towing

Where are the winter snows

Where are the winter snows
The blankets of pure white
The weather is too warm
The seas are gaining height

North Pole ice is shrinking
Hurricanes on the rise
The absence of winter
The hottest of Julys

Between the two ashes

Between the two ashes

We find hope, love, and hurt

Collect memories that

Disappear in the dirt

Between the dust to dust

We wriggle and riddle

It begins and then ends

And Life is the middle

I'm not a follower

I’m not a follower

The road may as well be

Outerspace where the only

One astronaut is me

I’m not an inventor

Creating with purpose

Though I mass produce large
Quantities and surplus

To have traveled this far

To have traveled this far

To find the bridge is out

The only thing crossing is

My loud and lonely shout

Must find another way

Who could have predicted

This hurdle, this delay

This detour inflicted

In all this randomness

In all this randomness

A cornucopia

Of planets with no sign

Of a utopia

In this vast endless space

Mainly silence and peace

And the darkness and light

That never seems to cease

Writing takes a shepherd

Writing takes a shepherd

There are always lost sheep

Stranded on a hill where

The incline is too steep

On the way to the page

Words and thoughts go astray

Gone missing from the flock

Must guide them on their way