week 230 ~ for everything comes after

for everything comes after
in this place of sad goodbyes
there will be room for laughter

take solace from your past her
promises were never lies
for everything comes after

so climb aboard the raft cer-
tain grief bleeds through all disguise
there will be room for laughter

as you stop make a half turn
and look forward with new eyes
for everything comes after

where memories at last blur
and dreams materialize
there will be room for laughter

just hold your loved ones fast sure
you’re sailing toward blue skies
for everything comes after
there will be room for laughter

week 224 ~ bright and cold I shiver

bright and cold I shiver
walk on past yesterday
watching as hopes quiver

 pause to let a sliver
of life just float away
bright and cold I shiver

 sunlight floods the river
there’s no chance it will stay
watching as hopes quiver

 time knows I can’t give her
any more room to play
bright and cold I shiver

lost images live blur
my resolve not to stray
watching as hopes quiver

hearing the plaintive whir
of life’s long brave melee
bright and cold I shiver
watching as hopes quiver

week 223 ~ if I were there I’d kiss you

if I were there I’d kiss you
right on the top of your head
banish pain and hug you too
so tight there I’m not instead

 right on the top of your head
I’ll fasten my favorite dreams
so tight there I’m not instead
here such a long way it seems

 I’ll fasten my favorite dreams
just a voice on the wire
here such a long way it seems
hoping fate is a liar

just a voice on the wire
those hard words I cannot change
hoping fate is a liar
praying time will rearrange

 those hard words I cannot change
wrap up everything that’s bad
praying time will rearrange
fix the truths that make you sad

wrap up everything that’s bad
banish pain and hug you too
fix the truths that make you sad
if I were there I’d kiss you

week 211 ~ for we are sailing

time is lingering
so look to the sea
for we are sailing

the ocean blues sing
fortune’s history
time is lingering

waiting for nothing
maybe you and me
for we are sailing

as new vistas bring
dreams hesitantly
time is lingering

tug on your kite string
and let it fly free
for we are sailing

tomorrow calls fling
away what can’t be
time is lingering
for we are sailing

week 200 ~ light falling on the daffodils

light falling on the daffodils
in memory incandescent
perpetual impermanent
like a dream that my soul distills
hoping to find gold in the rills
spilling out of a long lost spring
but sadly nothing now can bring
back the innocence that believed
in the plan happiness conceived
time smiled ruefully then took wing

week 198 ~ catch a moment and hold it in your hand

catch a moment and hold it in your hand
this isn’t something everyone could do
and though things haven’t work out as you planned
you’ve had the fortitude to see them through
the glass may be half empty or half full
but does it really matter now you’re here
loss doesn’t have gravitational pull
so leave it on the shore don’t draw it near
your boat is ready now it’s time to go
you’re ready too though you can’t quite believe
that’s true you can’t deny it either so
take a deep breath and bet on your reprieve
it seems the whole world is singing you on
look around once push off it’s time you’re gone

week 195 ~ contemplating my dreams

contemplating my dreams
raindrops on a petal
time rolls away it seems

where do they come from streams
of desire dazzle
contemplating my dreams
unlocking potent themes
unwilling to settle

time rolls away it seems
indecision blasphemes
I long to show mettle
contemplating my dreams
that disgorge stagnant reams
of lost loves grown feral

time rolls away it seems
as if the future deems
solution a peril
contemplating my dreams
time rolls away it seems

week 193 ~ wanting to fly

wanting to fly
her words on the ground
a reason to try
wanting to fly
and wondering why
they still make no sound
wanting to fly
her words on the ground

week 93 ~ some moments were never meant to last

some moments were never meant to last
watch as the streamers slip from your hand
and so the present becomes the past

all the balloons sail away too fast
while you’re stuck trying to understand
some moments were never meant to last

everyone says when more time has passed
you’ll realize your life’s not an island
and so the present becomes the past

and the future still can’t be forecast
but you’re no longer stuck in quicksand
some moments were never meant to last

push off from the shore it’s time to cast
a net for those tomorrows unplanned
and so the present becomes the past

as you find without warning those vast
oceans of promise can still expand
some moments were never meant to last
and so the present becomes the past

week 88 ~ we are headstrong no one holds us hostage

we are headstrong no one holds us hostage
so we run straight ahead into the wall
without trying to swerve who can we call
to pick up the pieces what advantage
do we hope will leave us unscathed as there
seems to be no way to plot our traject
-ory to the safe harbor we expect
is waiting up ahead for us somewhere
and though artists like children have no fear
of the unknown we have no protection
either except our flawed intuition
that often leads us astray but we’re here
to challenge the future to live up to
its promise betting someday we’ll break through