One cannot help but fare thee well to the departing heart and the somber knell...
The Departing Heart and the Somber Knell
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Your Balloon
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Chasing the Rain – Revisited
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
Together
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
