There in the distance
a bright summer day
all of the angels
have come out to play

over the water
the shimmering waves
tapping their rhythm
against the lost caves

look over yonder
the yards are up high
the boat dares to heel
as it sails high tide

the sailor within
glances below
seeing the reflection
of all he had known

sees the angels dancing
and frolicking near
he’s hoping to join them
in less than a year

But duty does call
and his work he must do
wishing and praying
for what the angels do.

Yet until he discovers
the freedom within,
there’ll be no escaping
his eternal sin.

So keep sailing, my sailor
till the answer you’ll find
and finally discover,
you are one of a kind.

If opportunity doesn’t come
knocking to shine its grace
upon the grand total sum
Of your existence in space,

Perhaps you might consider
For just a moment or two
If you have set the table proper
To welcome it should it ring true.

From the darkness it comes
Crashing. Dissolving the thoughts
Into your head. From nothing it forms
New perspectives which you never sought.

Out of daylight it glistens
With concepts fresh from the grove
Now you hope someone listens
To what’s become your new-found love.

You never asked for it to come
from the darkness that night.
Now it’s not over till its done
It’s not done till its right.

It consumes you like fire, burning
In the summer eve. Evolving again,
Into a phoenix in your soul, surviving.
It’s not a matter of if, just a question of when.

With all the suffering we see
In the world around us
If for a moment we could be
Let happiness surround us,
Perhaps for just a moment
Perhaps a little more
All the pain and torment,
Will leave forever more.

A man can dream, even at night
Of a time without this anguish
Of a time when all is bright
And nothing could extinguish
The positive and happy thoughts
That live within our streets
After so many battles fought
Would it really be such a feat?

Sometimes I sit and ponder,
On a night when out of the blue,
You reach out to me in wonder
Asking what I’m about to do.

I ponder why so suddenly,
When for weeks I haven’t heard
from you, yet now you are so chatty
chirping away like a little bird.

Sometimes I wonder if,
We are friends only when
You are in need, frightened stiff
Only those times you seek me again.

So tell me, Oh friend of fair weather,
What can I do for you tonight?
I know we wont be sitting together,
So tell me, am I right?

It won’t be easy.
But in the end its worth the squeeze.
The road is rough
The sun feels like a tease

I promise you
On all that I hold dear
When the journey ends
The truth will remain clear.

Keep on moving
Climbing to the top
No exception, no excuses
Never a reason to stop.

Dear friend of times so long forgotten,
My mind travels to your warmth once more
My soul in this cold weather became rotten,
Again I plead outside your icy door. Read more