(written 1999) Is life so important from the day we are born,that we strive ever onward to at last die forlorn?We throw out youth for responsibility,and forsake childhood for maturityand ever are we sad and longing to goback to the good ol’ days of long ago. Is life so important every day we livethat we …
(written 1999) Words of thought like rivulets flowfilling streams with melted snowTheir lively pace then slows downbecoming deeper, withholding soundBut some thoughts evaporate into the airbecoming distant clouds so fair.Then things change and they darkenthunder rolls and humans hearken,and then the rain falls hard or softpattering the roof above your loft.And as you listen to …
(written 1999) It’s just another cloudy day,and it begs me come outside to play.Water giggles on the window pane,as I tease the happy falling rain. It’s just another cloudy day,a cheerful smile all filled with grey.Splashes in the silver pools,laugh at the passing cars of fools. The sound of clean air fills my mind,and the …
(written 1999) It swiftly falls in a darkening sky.It hides in the corner of your wandering eye.It softly babbles in your listening ear.But breathing it in is your greatest fear. It makes the sunlight too bright to bear.It soothes the burned skin that you carefully wear.It always tells the sadness in a heavy tear.But it …
