Winter's Work

When the sky turns into grey

The bright blue begins to fade 

Striving ends another day 

Working tools are put away 

The bitter cold won't cut me through 

Because my mind returns to you

While warming up in my old truck 

I'm thanking God for all my luck 

I see the gold that I have struck

The ties we have cannot be cut 

A million miles can't hold me back  

I'm driving home to our old shack 

Through the wind they see me smile

Though the snow begins to pile

Work outdoors gets pretty wild

I think of you, it's all worthwhile 

A hundred hours is just a blur.  

In our warm bed I feel you stir. 

The Drive

What if the world took time to understand

What goes on inside each other's heart? 

Everyone tries in their own way 

To tame thoughts and yearnings

Steering ourselves toward appeasement  

Forced to hide behind our fears 

Building facades of many kinds

But no one is truly confident 

We preen an avatar

And send it out fiind the dream 

Then cause offenses along the way 

While attempting to reach it

Few understand how hard we try

If we stop reaching there's a void

Is satisfaction a form of defeat?

It may be the goal of the icon

But a heart only wants to be loved 

And finding that knowledge carries us 

Beyond the anxious drive

Past the persona we present 

The Right Name

I gave it the works, flowers and gifts 

Humbled myself and took care of the rift

Didn't intend to cause any pain

But my mouth had to slip and say the wrong name

I love ya dear and will always be true

But my violets are red and my roses are blue

I'll call you honey from now to the end

Cause I don't want to be in the doghouse again.

My mother she did the same thing to me

To find the right name it always took three

But a lover will kill if you go through a list

So you better use babe or you'll never see bliss. 

I love ya dear and will always be true

But my violets are red and my roses are blue

I'll call you honey from now to the end

Cause I don't want to be in the doghouse again

It Starts With Joy

To know a loved one is happy

Is the best feeling I know

A heart can be truly content 

When a friend has joy to show

This is the essence of love 

It isn't in action alone 

But to care for another soul

As much as you care for your own 

Giving is more than a gift 

Beauty is more than a look 

It starts with joy inside 

Flowing serene like a brook 

If I was to lay down my life

It wouldn't be for money or fame 

But to give my love a life of joy

I would endure any pain

 

 

Time and Answers

Some things are impossible to explain to others

Knowing someone so well that the words romance, love and commitments are inferior.

What is understood takes on all of life and it's incidentals,

It envelopes past, present and future 

Conversations put life in perspective and settle the soul

There are no words that describe it sufficiently 

So it has to be kept inside to avoid misunderstanding

How can others expect to understand?

They want to keep what years have earned and rightly so

We wait, hope and wonder what to do with ourselves 

While giving the respect and honor that is due. 

Yet, while being just, there is a feeling of injustice and pain. 

That something so valuable might be cast aside. 

Or characterized as discontentment, boredom or malice. 

Asking time to figure it all out

Hopefully it knows what it is doing. 

Etched in Stone

Held in words, our feelings go  

Thoughts we have and what we know

Words left unsaid have value too

Time comes along, brings words anew 

What's been said is etched in stone 

Up in the hills for us alone 

In this valley there's much to do

I look up there and think of you

We form words in picture form

To help us through, and brave the storm

They speak aloud without a sound

Give us peace when we lay down 

What's been said is etched in stone 

Up in the hills for us alone 

In this valley there's much to do

I look up there and think of you

 

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Juggling

I thought love was like bowling

With gutters and strikes 

The ball comes back 

And you get another try

But it's really more like juggling

We toss desires up

While hoping to catch another 

So much going on at the same time

Don't miss or it hurts!

Smash a toe

And look like a fool 

But smile and wait for applause 

You're styling 

When it's finally successful 

Luxury

The greatest luxury 

Isn't found in excess of pleasure

It isn't found in objects that wear out 

What brings the most satisfaction

A treasure of unmeasurable value 

Is to have the person on your mind

Also thinking of you. 

Toward the Light

I turned my mind to the past 

Nothing lasts, it went too fast 

Tried to see on down the road 

It's dark and cold, so I'm told 

So I'm heading toward the light 

And my heart is in control 

We'll meet again, don't say goodby

No need to cry,  we can't deny

The future bids and we obey

Then step away with things to say  

I'm heading toward the light 

And my heart is in control 

It all works out before the end

Time's a friend, the wounds will mend

Darkness leaves and love will shine

Gives us a sign, it will remind

I'm heading toward the light

and my heart is in control. 

 

Keepers of the Stage

The time arrived 

The time to turn the page

It made perfect sense

There had been enough rage

That's what I'm told

By the keepers of the stage 

But I won't give in

Since I happen to be engaged. 

Aquila

There is a crazy love 

Dancing in the stars

Bids us come along 

While playing on Lyra

We're having so much fun 

Dancing to its tune 

It makes us feel alive

As we soar with Aquila

No need for light of day

We never get too tired

We sound so beautiful 

A quartet with Gemini  

A slow dance with the swan 

Serene and beautiful

With Sygnus we can swoon

Then smile till we cry 

We stayed with Praecepe

And then off to Aldebaran 

Then hold each other close

Until the stars are gone. 

Awakened

What it means to miss, no mortal can define

Two lives held apart, meant to be be combined 

Its not a want for sympathy, but being understood 

More than just a touch, but sharing something good. 

Thoughts become an echo, unless they can be heard

A heart is set at ease, by the magic in a word

And eyes do have a way, in quiet yet they speak

A pool where two can swim, awakened from their sleep.