Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Snow Fall

Reaching out to shadows in the darkness
I find old poems

Each word
Like the snow flakes outside:
Conceived in the black of night
They were admired only as they fell:
Each a unique jewel
Before they melded with the others on the ground

And when sunrise came
(Just as I know it will come tomorrow)
And the storm stopped
All the snow looked the same
In the daylight…

But in the darkness anything is possible
So even now I can reflect
On the gentle violence
Of ignorant words
And the softly falling snow...

Saturday, November 16, 2013


This is the story of how I found the communes…


And they say that I live in my own world
And that I walk through this life in a dream
And my words seem to melt into the air
Cause when I talk they turn away

So I wondered aloud
About this world that I found

And I asked "am I the thoughts inside my head?"
And they said "yes, you are that and nothing more"
And when I said "no I am everything else"
They said "no you are not" and shut the door

So I wandered alone
From this place in which I thought I was home

So I wandered through fields
And valleys and mountains
Through cities and country
And continents and nations

But I went through all these lands
As a foreigner and stranger
And they looked at me through eyes
As if I walked out of their dreams

Their dreams…

It was then as I walked somberly
Through these lands that had forsaken me
That I found my people dreaming the dream
That I had always dreamed…

And I found in your eyes
the truth that we are all we see

And we'll show them that our love
is more than just a dream

And they'll say that we live in our own world
And that we walk through this life in a dream
But we'll show them that our love is real
And we'll show them a new way….