A long time ago
I gave up being sorry for myself
except of special occasions
because I thought I understood
they way things happened to be
but every now and then
something happens
nothing big
a smile that reminds me
of a smile that smiled at me
a look I used to get
to be given to someone else
a tone of voice
a laugh
something
but whatever it is
and I don't know why
brings back memories
I swear I only dreamed up long ago
and some have to be
and others can't be
but everytime this takes over me
I dont' want to tell
I've often thought
that something was wrong with me
a certain quality I lack
or I haven't picked up the knack
I see no truth
and feel the pain of lonely
I've often tried
hoping to realize
some misbegotten fact
but never did it arise
and with each attempt
I find that those feelings return
At my age
I still cry myself to sleep sometimes
and wander even with the crowd
standing in my midst
an island in a lake
a stone in a field of grass
a child in a room of adults
a care in a mind empty of concern
every now and then something happens
nothing big
just something that reminds me of me.
I gave up being sorry for myself
except of special occasions
because I thought I understood
they way things happened to be
but every now and then
something happens
nothing big
a smile that reminds me
of a smile that smiled at me
a look I used to get
to be given to someone else
a tone of voice
a laugh
something
but whatever it is
and I don't know why
brings back memories
I swear I only dreamed up long ago
and some have to be
and others can't be
but everytime this takes over me
I dont' want to tell
I've often thought
that something was wrong with me
a certain quality I lack
or I haven't picked up the knack
I see no truth
and feel the pain of lonely
I've often tried
hoping to realize
some misbegotten fact
but never did it arise
and with each attempt
I find that those feelings return
At my age
I still cry myself to sleep sometimes
and wander even with the crowd
standing in my midst
an island in a lake
a stone in a field of grass
a child in a room of adults
a care in a mind empty of concern
every now and then something happens
nothing big
just something that reminds me of me.
Momentary pathways of illusion
peek though our reality
making dreams
come to vivid life
if only for a fleeting second
What is one night
in the grand scheme of things
other than a chance to explore
a pathway
to a dream
and to see all the possibilities
explode like watercolors
onto the canvas of your life
that all wash away
with the coming of the dawn
leaving your to decide
if you wish to paint it in
by the warm sunlight
What is one act
compared to all the acts before
or all the acts to follow
in the remembrance of a life
to live the one you have
as though it can be broken
when no one knows
the right or wrong answers
or even the questions
the idea of hesitation
becomes transparent
Why dream
when you can live
why walk
when you can run
why wonder
when the pathway comes
try it and see
peek though our reality
making dreams
come to vivid life
if only for a fleeting second
What is one night
in the grand scheme of things
other than a chance to explore
a pathway
to a dream
and to see all the possibilities
explode like watercolors
onto the canvas of your life
that all wash away
with the coming of the dawn
leaving your to decide
if you wish to paint it in
by the warm sunlight
What is one act
compared to all the acts before
or all the acts to follow
in the remembrance of a life
to live the one you have
as though it can be broken
when no one knows
the right or wrong answers
or even the questions
the idea of hesitation
becomes transparent
Why dream
when you can live
why walk
when you can run
why wonder
when the pathway comes
try it and see
Sunshine
beaming through my window
rouses me
from a dream
and I am saddened
spoiled
is my dream of you
Mere moments before
I held you in my arms
as we danced atop
the heavens
to the tempo of our souls
I looked into your eyes
and saw the splendor of your essence
and was moved to tears
of joy
So vivd was this dream
that I felt your skin upon mine
the heat of your touch
the warmth of your aura
it enveloped me
and I bathed in the pleasure
of your being
and me being with you
a rush
beyond compare
and then I awoke
suddenly as though it were too much
for me to bear
and though I know
it's a bit hard to get to
perhaps we could go there
you and I
awake.
beaming through my window
rouses me
from a dream
and I am saddened
spoiled
is my dream of you
Mere moments before
I held you in my arms
as we danced atop
the heavens
to the tempo of our souls
I looked into your eyes
and saw the splendor of your essence
and was moved to tears
of joy
So vivd was this dream
that I felt your skin upon mine
the heat of your touch
the warmth of your aura
it enveloped me
and I bathed in the pleasure
of your being
and me being with you
a rush
beyond compare
and then I awoke
suddenly as though it were too much
for me to bear
and though I know
it's a bit hard to get to
perhaps we could go there
you and I
awake.
Breathless moon
that makes me wonder
if the wanderings of my mind
are worth all the tribulations
that possess my soul
She is beauty
a dream from which I hope
to never awaken
that fills the bounty of life
with it's vital purpose
and yet I hesisitated
Why?
that makes me wonder
if the wanderings of my mind
are worth all the tribulations
that possess my soul
She is beauty
a dream from which I hope
to never awaken
that fills the bounty of life
with it's vital purpose
and yet I hesisitated
Why?
| Sunshine |
| Pathways of illusion |
| Wishful Thinking |
| Moon |