Then came the long lost song Sleeping through winters long lost gone With falling notes onto fallen leaves A melody that hummed †on the colors of spring Never faded by the moon or its shades Or the shadows of stages where it once played And all it took was for one note to rest On a heavy heart on a heavy †chest To remember all that I did wrong And then came the long lost song To memories that sing only for you To a damn song that I canít undo
Fingertips drawn to dust † Hands stained by the blood of rocks † † † With his gentle brush † † † And strokes that changed † † † To the sunís mood † † † Just colorless orphans † † † Of forgotten earth † † † Until he came † † † With all the colors of grace † † † Alive in †the death of the desert † † † With a †soul ordained † † † For the artist † † † For the painter For the priest
Corner pocket of the eye Thatís where he keeps it undertones, unturned stones Leave it alones Right there it sits Just lapping around Pools of potholes, ridicules, Truths untold Baked into the batter of crows feet Too much salt not enough sugar But it donít matter He wonít speak About what he keeps In the corner pocket of his eyes
Iíll be gone When God becomes a myth † From talking heads † And their lips of sticks † Who spit splinters into eyes † Of Summerís hope and Winterís blind † But not I, I will be gone † Beware of the craftsman † Who mills words into art † Dusting up clouds of noise † To storm within the heart † For no reason, or nothing to give † Than just to make God another myth † But not I, I will be gone
Words gentle knock on the mindís tide Pushing new salt on old wounds Currents that crash into the past In the rhythm of a serenity prayer Never fully free or †forgiven The tide breaks hard on old shells Making small splinters of yourself Always present, ready to cut, ready to hurt The words within the tideís knock Drag you beyond the horizon Or seat you safely on the shore To watch the sunset into your past The tide faithfully †comes regardless Always knocking on the shores of your mind
The breeze was dropping secrets with every falling leaf Until the trees stood naked Thereís no telliní the words heíll speak Why the hell he have to wait so long To kick up dust at the end of day I always knew the storm was coming But why did it have to come today
Here comes the Tellin' Season Bout to find out the rhyme and reason For all the things he did and didnít do Inside the Telling season The weather of his words- gets you believing That he did it all for you That ainít true But he gets it off his chest...
I fear the end is near Saying goodbye to an old friend Let go Running backwards unwind time Tomorrows I canít find Donít go Thereíll be better days What else can you say He knows Caught inside a lie Everything must die He goes
Will you take me with you? With the memories that we made When I start to vanish And when I start to fade Can you hear I love you?
I fear the end has come In the silence I am numb Goodbye I tried to pray away The coming of this day ...
Will you come walk with me To help me find lost words That lie under fallen leaves Where dead poets are heard Maybe in shadows Theyíve left behind Are silent clues for us to find That will free them from their †hurt Or just let them lie Out of sight under a wild rose In the darkest beauty of light Undisturbed to where the lost word goes
I trace the map Inside my head Trying not to drown In the bends and breaks Within my blood Only to crash onto the floor Where my eyes Sit like anchors Stranded and lost Inside silent storms That came and went On sunny days Without clouds Without notice Lost to myself Lost to Winterís chill Numb and lost Looking for me
Bend your knee to King and God Bend your pride with contradictions Pass the plate to pay your tax Free yourself from false afflictions Donít look down, you might catch the eye Of your son whoís looking up He saw your pride go in the plate Such a lesson for a pup Do as I do, Forget what I say Itís just best to play along God will forgive me, the king wonít kill me Until the money is gone
Iím traveling far away Where there are still phone books? To look up names of strangers Who donít know me But will like my looks Maybe, I will go by ship Wear a suit when Iím on deck People will find me interesting At least for a moment Before the †ship wrecks But, I am always †back before I leave Traveling in full circles At the speed of doubt And sound of silent shouts How far to new beginnings? To first impressions Without confessions I miss the eyes of strangers And traveling through old phone...
The hood followed a flying V of geese- excited to see what was ahead.. The mountains slowly woke stretching its arms into the light. Like a Polaroid it slowly developed itís image onto the water. It's shadow turned from purple to orange to a gold that caused time to pause in royal reverence, with the complement of perfect silence both inside and outside the car. Her eyes kept cadence with the subtle changes of the morning march. She just smiled with a whisper, "Thanks for taking me fishing dad."