Everyday retracing

Everyday retracing
Steps from the day before
I could be blindfolded
And figure eight the floor

Circle after circle
Caught in a spirograph
Designed like a compass
Fixed to repeat its path

Move forward, looking back

Move forward, looking back
Mistakes have lead me here
Although my successes
Are apparent and clear

It's the weave, the texture
Misplaced threads that stand out
Fear, the complications
The misery, the doubt

Isadora Love Song

There's a sadness in time

There's a sadness in time
Mental photographs made
Frames of passing fragments
That disappear or fade

We sing for the moment
Our voices in the din
When our verse is over
Another song begins

Is this feeling or thought

Is this feeling or thought
My mood decides my trail
Hurt feelings, my rudder
A changing mind, my sail

Can't look the other way
When facing certainty
A head-on collision
Like constant gravity

Follow the narrow path

Follow the narrow path

Rewards are no surprise

Lives of decorations

Each step receives a prize

For those who deviate

No congratulations

Such is the lonely path

Without celebrations

Winter white and wonder

Winter white and wonder

The trees have gone to sleep

Icicles are forming

The tears that snowfalls weep

Perpetual snowglobe

The silence and the peace

As the snowflakes gather

Like pillows of cold fleece