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 229 ~ things fall apart

things fall apart
that’s what they do
breaking your heart
things fall apart
can’t push restart
‘til we get through
things fall apart
that’s what they do

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 220 ~ hover wings drooped the sky is grey

hover wings drooped the sky is grey
as memories disengage time too
now when there’s nothing I can do
for all my tears won’t make her stay
Christmas Eve smiles then turns away
now as my heart truly broken
accepts it’s just a question when
she’ll disappear one final time
past walls too tall for us to climb
and we’ll never find now again

week 218 ~ we sit here chattering on

we sit here chattering on
what’s worth keeping and what’s not
hearts silently breaking dawn
tiptoes away from the spot

 what’s worth keeping and what’s not
does life even matter death
tiptoes away from the spot
chilled through by our frigid breath

 does life even matter death
sits at the breakfast table
chilled through by our frigid breath
as she teeters unstable

 sits at the breakfast table
confused and very angry
as she teeters unstable
hides the truths we need to see

confused and very angry
hearts silently breaking dawn
hides the truths we need to see
we sit here chattering on

week 209 ~ singularly

singularly
tattered sundered
my destiny

hope wrestles free
when love’s plundered
singularly

and I can see
a life centered
my destiny

without the we
beyond absurd
singularly

what still could be
horizons blurred
my destiny

smeared painfully
but just deferred
singularly
my destiny

week 201 ~ don’t forgive don’t forget just move on on

don’t forgive don’t forget just move on
to be honest and happy and wise
time has passed now that chaos is gone
don’t forgive don’t forget just move on
down a path where your future is drawn
technicolor each day at sunrise
don’t forgive don’t forget just move on
to be honest and happy and wise

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 190 ~ it was the pain in my heart that drew me

it was the pain in my heart that drew me
to the music and Rio something stayed
in me then plucked the vulnerability
I could never share and then there I played
my way back to life saudade time will
hold lost happiness so open the door
back past the tears for joy departed still
shines brightly from what can return no more
then there I was transformed not tragically
dispossessed but found there in that city
of beauty and violence there personally
invited back to see beyond pity
the light of laughing dreams I made it through
to find once more that skies can become blue

saudade [saow-dah'-zhay] – is a Brazilian term, quite untranslatable, for one’s joy, tinged with longing and sadness, remembering happy events and people past that will not return.

week 189 ~ I wanted there to be a door

I wanted there to be a door
a way to look beyond here now
to see another life somehow
that could be mine it’s done no more
dreams just what I can touch tomor-
row sits a boulder on my heart
and I can’t hear the other part
of what you’re saying as I fall
slowly out of my orbit all
gravity gone pressing restart