Bittersweet memories

Bittersweet memories

Like knots in shoelaces

Unable to undo

The names and old places

Remembering the when

The mind is still clutching

Young hearts that held hands that

No longer are touching

Too much peripheral

Too much peripheral

Constellations abound

Hearing a symphony

And not a note of sound

Trying to concentrate

To remove a loose thread

The fabric gathers as

A snag becomes widespread

Drowning in past tenses

Drowning in past tenses

An old coat or sweater

Witness to the moments

And the changing weather

With shoes showing the wear

That travelled the distance

Avenues change to trails

Living to existence

This is how I found you

This is how I found you

Like unearthing a gem

I happen to dig here

On circumstance and whim

And to the very day

And after all these years

Your voice still sings out and

Attracts the passing ears

Accomplished yet failing

Accomplished yet failing

The best losing the race

Forget the triumphant

Or coming in first place

Just lucky to finish

Expectations were high

Yearning for applause but

Only hearing a sigh

Here on the shortest day

Here on the shortest day

Caught longing for the past

A year ahead waiting

This year, just days to last

The gray clouds are raining

The snow melting away

Looking back at the words

And what they had to say

Somewhere in the pauses

Somewhere in the pauses

In between the black notes

Waiting for the inhale

Not the melody wrote

Is where the music sleeps

Cradled in the rhythm

In the movement of the

Performing musician

In the darkness of night

In the darkness of night

The absence of sunlight

The snow falls, white on white

While heading off to bed

The last hours are shrinking

The eyes slowly blinking

In a deep sleep sinking

Another day ahead

Great within its timeframe

Great within its timeframe

Its beauty has expired

Replaced by something new

That is now more desired

We used to wait decades

For signs of advancement

Now a matter of months

Pass between enhancements

Captive without prisons

Captive without prisons
Caught in an open door
Free to wander far but
Only circle the floor

Exist with useless wings
Beneath a cloud filled dome
See lights in the distance
Yet cannot find a home

Trading the fire for flint

Trading the fire for flint

To go back to the source

Far from the consuming

And all powerful force

Yearning for ignition

For the initial spark

Small fragment of friction

That dazzles in the dark

Making up for lost time

Making up for lost time

Rushing to get things done

Tying up loose threads and

Instead of walking, run

Working under deadlines

Important to complete

Making quick decisions

While thinking on my feet

The future has arrived

The future has arrived

It is now present tense

Ready to leap forward

Up and over its fence

Abandoning the past

It can not be more clear

What was once far away

Now suddenly is here

No greater or less than

No greater or less than

Simply equality

The equation includes

Responsibility

Rights for one, then for all

For we cannot divide

The human race deserves

Respectfulness and pride

To begin at the end

To begin at the end

At the finish, a start

A new chapter or book

A new science or art

To venture out further

Raise a flag on fresh ground

Originality

For just making a sound

Exposed but never learned

Exposed but never learned

The mind no longer maps

Left or right, front or back

No way to fill the gaps

Remembering details

From years and years ago

Yet yesterday is lost

The present turned to snow

Falling far from the tree

Falling far from the tree

Did the wind carry me

This field may as well be

An ocean full of tears

And gone is my childhood

Always misunderstood

But striving to be good

While facing all my fears

Failing to live by such

Failing to live by such

Narrow criteria

Only charters a course

North of Siberia

Unable to comply

Yet wanting liberty

Better to be cold than

Warm in captivity

A snowy afternoon

A snowy afternoon
The snow clouds grey and cold
Corn fields alternating
With rows of white and gold

Hawks sitting in bare trees
No sun to lead us west
The snow forming pillows
As nature takes a rest