week 404 ~ deep water keeps rushing onward

deep water keeps rushing onward
under the bridge over the dam
ignoring the once-planned program
the truths not promised but inferred
from opportunities proffered
in a world that’s not all it seems
try as we may to hold our dreams
close time moves us ahead grasping
at branches on the shore asking
what hand directs life’s willful streams

week 388 ~ once upon a galaxy far away

once upon a galaxy far away
in a wonderment where time suspended
awaited a decision still ahead
when now could not access the words to say
which door would open in the end which way
the real questions would be answered instead
of brushed away by the unseen splendid
possibilities of cards left to play
when the present becomes the past to see
the bumps in the road as problems well solved
with the knowledge at hand as life evolved
hopes knocked down dreams rebounded plans set free
some won some lost but most still unresolved
will we be glad then to stand where we’ll be

week 355 ~ some events have no reason or rhyme

some events have no reason or rhyme
yet we keep hoping to justify
life itself and the passage of time

forever needing mountains to climb
sure we’ll succeed though hard as we try
some events have no reason or rhyme

stuck behind glass futile pantomime
missing the moment as dreams float by
life itself and the passage of time

pawing through dull to release sublime
but the ephemeral’s quick to fly
some events have no reason or rhyme

we remake mistakes slipping past prime
until it’s too late to rectify
life itself and the passage of time

a wiley shape-shifting paradigm
demons and blessings that mystify
some events have no reason or rhyme
life itself and the passage of time

week 337 ~ no miracle awaits here

no miracle awaits here
nor will fervent dreams come true
now exactly as we fear
there is nothing we can do

 nor will fervent dreams come true
much as we would wish it so
there is nothing we can do
there’s just reasons why to know

much as we would wish it so
we can’t step in front of fate
there’s just reasons why to know
would have should have running late

we can’t step in front of fate
now exactly as we fear
would have should have running late
no miracle awaits here

week 302 ~ a song full of missing

a song full of missing
family friends far far
away from here we sing
again for those who are

family friends far far
from where we’d have them be
again for those who are
here holding us up see

from where we’d have them be
to their destiny not
here holding us up see
through the mist a straight shot

to their destiny not
ours not without love loss
through the mist a straight shot
past nightmares turn and toss

ours not without love loss
dreams wishes that would sail
past nightmares turn and toss
love’s breadcrumbs on the trail

dreams wishes that would sail
away from here we sing
love’s breadcrumbs on the trail
a song full of missing

week 243 ~ the lines on the palm of my hand

the lines on the palm of my hand
show a pathway leading ahead
indelibly writ why instead
do I hang here in limbo and
equivocate falling to land
unsure of the right direction
unexpected intersection
of faith and deceit derail me
careening off course dangerously
I search for a benediction

week 227 ~ valentine

valentine
my blue heart
stars align

 blood red wine
lovers part
valentine

 walk the line
press restart
stars align

 fates consign
lives apart
valentine

 redefine
pain as art
stars align

 dreams entwine
sweetly tart
valentine
stars align

week 221 ~ rather be in some dark valley

rather be in some dark valley
where the sun refuses to shine
than to have you back here as mine
that corner’s turned eternally
though sometimes I hope you miss me
a girl can contemplate revenge
when truths majestic as Stonehenge
have crumbled now ‘til life be stilled
the space between love and death’s filled
with wrongs only time can avenge

week 216 ~ a bigger world

a bigger world
than we perceived
the stars are hurled

as life is whirled
dreams preconceived
a bigger world

troubles unfurled
still unrelieved
the stars are hurled

our plans untwirled
we who believed
a bigger world

watch colors swirled
heroes deceived
the stars are hurled

hands tightly curled
potential grieved
a bigger world
the stars are hurled

week 173 ~ as the road turns it will never turn back

as the road turns it will never turn back
and so we abandon hesitantly
all we love and move toward all we could be
whatever it is whatever tiny crack
of light appears between the boulder stack
of doubts hoping what we still cannot see
ahead will be worth it innocently
asking why the unknown always looks black
why we can’t sit back and bask in today
why those who pause find they have been removed
to the sidelines as we lose track improved
by progress of what should go what should stay
because we’ll never find out what’s in store
until we follow fate beyond this door