Months before the planting

Months before the planting

While the tress are still bare

In April when the sun

Is starting its long stare

We cross again in time

Arriving to renew

The commitment to Life

A future to pursue

Growing old, forgetting

Growing old, forgetting

All the names and places

Memories once cherished

Fading without traces

What year is it, what day

How many weeks ‘til Spring

Forsythia blooming

Leaves on pin oak trees cling

Trying hard but failing

Trying hard but failing

The weather won’t behave

Tomorrow is useless

No courage to be brave

Struggle after struggle

And nothing to be got

Just moments after death

Indifference, forgot

Cannot find the haystack

Cannot find the haystack

Or the needle inside

Somewhere far below in

The water ocean wide

Passengers on the plane

That will never arrive

Loved ones losing hope that

They are safe and alive

There is no melody

There is no melody

The notes no longer flow

Instruments are silent

Not a whistle blow

While words become useless

No meaning and no rhyme

Jumbled cacophony

And not in measured time

Healing in privacy

Healing in privacy

The rings beneath the bark

Facing the morning sun

Holding onto the dark

Not showing any wounds

All internal bleeding

No sign of scars or scabs

Or the pain receding

A Grand Canyon of years

A Grand Canyon of years

Here, where there is no sun

Chasing the horizon

So unfulfilled, not one

In the absence of Life

Your Life, that is no more

I am living, waiting

Here, at your final door

A blank canvas, a cloud

A blank canvas, a cloud

A fog that disappears

Painting the town red as

The evening moon appears

And before the paint dries

The sun begins to start

A new day to chase dreams

Without a map or chart

Another place and time

Another place and time

Going back just to see

The beauty passing by

Early rings of the tree

Unlike the stars and stones

Or the moon we admire

Our lives are full of change

Inception to expire

Airplanes disappearing

Airplanes disappearing

Borders under patrol

Ice caps slowly melting

As far as the North Pole

Quietly the cat sleeps

Curled up and confident

Their world at this moment

Is complete and content

Waiting for the darkness

Waiting for the darkness

The sun beneath the line

All day mending pieces

Dreams fallen from cloud nine

Longing for tomorrow

Today all used and spent

The sun sets like a dirge

The twilight, its lament

The past follows me like

The past follows me like

Shadows beneath my feet

No matter if I run

They will never retreat

Must I live in darkness

I will never forget

Each step in the future

A resounding regret

Too many coats of paint

Too many coats of paint

What was the first feeling

Lost inside the layers

Of loose chips and peeling

The brushstrokes on gesso

The inspiration new

The lost fresh expression

The color, tint and hue

In this diversity

In this diversity

A fingerprint is mine

Unlike any other

Across all space and time

Yet insignificant

Trying to leave a mark

Numbers are infinite

In the darkness, a spark