Descriptive

We use oceans, stars and the moon

Impossible dreams that come true 

Wildfires hearts and souls 

Eternity, a slow breeze blows 

Sands of a warm summer beach 

All we enjoy within reach 

Thoughts carry into the night

Mornings, an awesome delight

As love becomes fully known

We try to describe it in poems 

Above Every Peak

Why do they call it falling in love 

When it takes us so high 

We can't see ground but the sky

Soaring in love would be the right words

We rise above every peak

To the clouds where we meet

Too soon we need to touch ground again 

How we feel doesn't change

There are just hills in the way

Hometown

As we visit our hometown, so much has changed 

Farmers and factories have all moved away 

The classics are rusted, most of them gone

The road that we cruised doesn't seem very long 

The mayor of this town was once a friend's child 

A short time ago, cops labeled him wild

The kid down the street has kids of her own

The rich part of town is now simple old homes

The bridge we once dove from is just a guard rail

Few can remember our too many fails

Though we see lots of things that time took away 

There are still many things left to do and to say

We can walk through the park past the old mill

And stroll through the field, hold hands on the hill

Watch the sunset together, there's still a good view 

Time cannot change how I feel about you 

 

When Foundations Shake

When you think of me in that quiet place 

Always remember 

This wry smile looking in admiration

Let  thoughts of me put a smile on your face 

I am right here cheering you on 

In everything you do 

As you use that wonderful zeal

That gives us our common bond

Although it is hard to understand 

When foundations shake

One thing holds true through uncertainty 

I will always be your greatest fan 

 

The Source

It's easy to see with poems and songs

Expressions of love for someone we long

But if we look a bit closer at all that is done 

Everything comes from love. 

A blue collar worker enduring the cold

White collars watch while money unfolds 

From sticks to a house with a builders care

For every goal a lover is there

This old world is a incubator 

It exists to satisfy love

Every nation is built and refined 

With a lover in the back of each mind 

A captive will dream about someone

The only way to be free is to love 

Perfect

What does it mean to be the apple of my eye?

Must have been the feeling of an apple loving guy 

Maybe you should be the beating of my heart!

It skips a beat or two whenever we're apart 

Whatever name we give it, that missing part of me 

Is the perfect place you are meant to be. 

Patchwork

We are made of a patchwork of passions and pride

Exchanging our dreams then keep them inside 

Words dance with our feelings whenever we meet 

Captured in hearts where they follow the beat

If love could be seen as it danced through the air

It would find the right heart, the person who cared

Take a bow and a wave before making its home

Then rest in that heart so its never alone

Surreality

Lets take a stroll through a surreal world

It has it's contradictions like the namesake art. 

The feel of stigma without satisfaction

Not reaching far enough yet going too far

Having it all, but not quite 

Being a person of action who can't act  

There are a lot of  can'ts, yets and buts here. 

And people apologize for missing each other.  

Weird..

Home

The world is whirring in my head

I can only think of my own bed

The familiar lights on my front porch

Welcomes like a kingly court

A suitcase clunks and hits the floor

The familiar creaking from our door 

My wanderlust is almost bust   

But sleep is sweet after all the fuss