Without inspiration

Without inspiration

Clouds are shapeless gray

The stars are just the stars

A day is just a day

But with inspiration

Clouds are hieroglyphic

The stars, constellations

And the day, prolific

A slow dirge for a dream

A slow dirge for a dream

Pulling out the last threads

When hope is no longer

And abandonment spreads

To exist in theory

Without realization

And fragment and fizzle

Untouched celebration

Running while others fall

Running while others fall

Swimming while others drown

Flying up above while

Others are on the ground

Thinking for the future

Halting the back pedal

Molding the clay sculpture

And forging the metal

Here’s my declaration

Here’s my declaration

I shout it to the sky

It fails to reach the clouds

And receives no reply

And so I’m left with thought

The contents of my head

Questioning myself and

My direction instead

Just a simple hello

Just a simple hello

Is sounding like goodbye

These are the last moments

Filled with an empty sigh

What a wonderful time

Loving one another

A strong bond between us

And eyes for no other

Unable to escape

Unable to escape

And so the river churns

Beyond the waterfalls

Into the twisting turns

Someday to find the sea

And lap up on a shore

Evaporate in space

And find the next downpour

Out on the limbs of Art

Out on the limbs of Art
Where the new leaves begin
Far from older branches
Deeper and closer in

Tender to the weather
The first to touch the rain
All fresh and exciting
But for one season reign