Tumbling Thoughts

Consider our thoughts
they feel profound
don't make a sound

Most tumble away
into a gorge between
born but unseen

Cascading from a well
every second they fall
off the canyon walls

We feel them
the echos are heard
they try to form words

like ocean waves
crashing on rocks
our thoughts never stop

Fallen

I fell in love with love
She fell in love with me
She loved me as a child
When I was climbing trees
We dreamed about our lives
Its possibilities

I left her sitting there
To make my fortune known
She painted earth and sky
So I could find our home
While forging in the mill
Through the glass I felt alone

I submitted to a smile
That claimed to fill my need
He offered me the world
I was tempted by his greed
As the clock made its rounds
I gained anxiety

Love found me once again
She put my mind at ease
I saw her in a sunset
We met beneath the trees
Our dreams were sitting there
Waiting patiently

The Unwritten Poem

Ideas stir in my head

Especially in the quiet 

Details speak to me

Thoughts must be perfected

Who cares what I think?

They love the trivial ones

No one wants to get too deep

My deep thoughts are orphans

Thoughts ride between stanzas

Perfectionism is comfortable

Should I hide in the technical?

Forget muses, rhymes and dreams?

Time makes it's demands

Can one live two lives well?

If we had eternity

Who would care?

Yet to be alive 

We must have time

Call it a prison

Or call it a blessing

I will forgo the critics

Especially the one inside my head

I must redeem precious time

To write, sing and dream.