Far from the crowded flock

Far from the crowded flock

Looking for the one tree

That grows out from the woods

Tall and solitary

An unobstructed view

Don an apron of space

See storm clouds coming or

Blue skies without a trace 

With you, my Valentine

With you, my Valentine
New York City in snow
The music, La Boheme
The day wrapped with a bow

St Patrick's Cathedral
Each crevice flocked in white
Snowflakes climbing buildings
Two peas, one pod, one night

Close it and walk away

Close it and walk away

Irretrievable day

In a moment decay

No present or future

Next, a changing season

Love comes without reason

Without you, a lesion

Where there is no suture

Out of the season now

Out of the season now

When we walked through the park

The leaves changing color

The nights becoming dark

Standing at the finish

Nowhere a second start

You are in my veins and

The pumping of my heart

Another era gone

Another era gone

Days accumulating

Into months, into years

Days illuminating

Lowered arm Liberty

The passage is over

Out light, the darkness has

Fallen on this clover

Life now a minor key

Life now a minor key

September 4^th, May 8^th

Dates of melancholy

Reality, not faith

Kevorkian is kind

Books closing before end

On this road to nowhere

No turnaround or bend

There is no forever

There is no forever

Your time now here is gone

A walk across the park

On this, your final dawn

All sounds going silent

Love is breaking the cup

The moon still descending

The sun already up