Songbirds

A quiet sunrise, a peaceful sound

A Celtic hoard lay on the ground

Before the death their hands will bring

They hear the sound of a songbird sing

Priest and nun, saint and Hun

Will hear the same before the sun

We brave the storm, cross the seas 

All mankind through centuries

Love to hear the songbirds sing

I Wonder

I wonder what she' doing now?

Is her life  mundane?

What could she be feeling now?

Peaceful, without pain?

Maybe she's forgotten now?

It might help her move on

Who knows how we're feeling now?

Our conversation's gone

It may seem like I'm crazy now

I'm  speaking every day

Talking to the ceiling now

Wondering what she'd say. 

More

listening to a death knoll we said goodbye

While memories swirled around us

How we floated in euphoria

But now we float a different way

Sights,sounds and feelings

No passion seems real

Time is supposed to heal it

But it also brings a void 

Please time, hurry! 

I'm waiting, hurting 

Time answered;

I am not just the author of ends

Beginnings are also in my power

All present joy arrives through me

This I can promise

There will be more..

An Empty Chest

All a man is depends on his heart 

Alone it will wither and die

He's got to be free to give it.

Its a fearful thing when he starts

If it's not good enough to receive 

A heart gets bitter and cold

It's better to try than be lonely 

Someone is sure to believe. 

Thats why I've been standing

Holding my heart in my hand

My empty chest comprehending

We're doing the best we can

There's a million ways for a heart to tear

Why even use it at all?

Players will try to deceive it

The pain is too much to bear.

How many times have tears been cried

Regret can kill a man's soul

Still beats a life empty handed 

Living alone with your pride

That's why I've been standing

Holding my heart in my hand

My empty chest comprehending

We're doing the best we can

Wild flowers

Of all the flora to admire

You can't beat weeds and wild flowers. 

A Thistle's beauty's all its own

Never picky bout where they're grown. 

sprinkle, feed? just leave them be

They just show up needlessly

Mountain meadows never sown

Rival any garden grown

Rocks, storms? they will display

Can't knock em down, their beauty stays

My spoiled plants with endless needs

I wish we all could be like weeds. 

What if?

What if everything's OK? 

God is happy how we are 

And loves it when we play

What if joy's the only truth?

Who can take offense

While dancing as a youth.

What if?

The Wait

Comfort can be found in the quiet

All is well. 

Serenity gleans peace to store 

in my soul. 

The voice of anxiety releases 

its tight grip.

Love speaks in the silence. 

With no plan  

But strength can be built

in the wait

This treasure from life will be spent

 with joy. 

Fretting and worry aren't always 

so bad 

Since they are partners with love