the heart that sings its unheard song
whisperings to the souls in reach
the sands of trust trickle slowly
upturned before completion
lovers come calling
like the tears of a clown
with bittersweet memories
of the unforgotten past
winding pathways of endless tomorrows
crash and collide with todays revelations
as the highway of life stretches on
over countless horizons
sleepless dreams like stolen glances
shepherd thoughts to soaring spirals
another sign ahead is lit
obscured by turbulent uncertainties
taking comfort in uneasy solitude
the courage to be one throughout
the yearnings to be many
and the burnt black road continues.
Streams of Life
slipping through the streams of life
surviving though the pain and strife
choosing paths to lead the way
to change the dawn into the day
cluttered mnds with scattered thoughts
changing ships in shifting ports
weeding grass thoughout the maze
hiding from obscuring haze
lonely valleys surround the heights
the beauty's mixed with tragic sights
battles fought on friendly ground
endless silence in the sound
heartache filled with envied joys
subtle plots in overt ploys
dreams a' scattered on the land
ones own chances in ones hand
hopes in grasp we forge through life
through all the pain and strife
gleaning to the paths of right
heading up into the light
The Watcher
as the people are coming and going
i sit and watch without them knowing
i watch their moves, their style and grace
the varied look on every face
some are short and some are tall
some aren't worth the look at all
some are mean and some are nice
and they're the ones i look at twice
i see beauty etched in evey pore
which makes me watch them even more
and still i sit and watch you all
as you walk by and down the hall
