Whispers bent
Between life and death
For the new life
Of you and me
So somehow the
Spending of life
Creates the winds of
Unheard promises
Left behind
When all else fails
Whispers Between Worlds
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Monthly Archives: February 2025
The Salon in Town
Words carry over
The stream of hair blowers
Coffee drifts away
As the clients come and go
In the warmth of the winter
With frozen streets
So gently iced
Yet full of times
In the city in the heartland
The lights of the city
Bear a hope
That the world can see
Beneath the Ice, a River Dreams
Where the river flows
Over the lands below
Carried along the banks
Along the land
Above the water the life that lives
In the mind of the lives
Lives
Dreams
Under the sheets of frozen ice
There is a warmth of hope
That glows
As the world ices over
Only the heart can melt
The icy river
The Flicker of Snowfall
Flickering snowfall
On the shores of Lake Michigan
Time and again
The powdered curtain
Of light
Dancing over the skies
As the world hides
It’s scars and cuts
From the industry that churns
In blossom of new metals
But the snow brings hope
To know
That we can all start over
In time
A new
Fathom
Fathom a word
Or a phrase
Take me where you can
With some notes on
The page
Today
And everyday is
A day
For celebration
A Letter to My Future Ghost
Beyond my life
There will be
A Ghost of me
Left behind
With nothing more
To say
But what I might ask
I would arrange
A conversation
To see what regrets weighed
Hardest on the mind
When all was over
To see the future ghost
Is to know
That I am limited to these moments
That I have
On this earth
The Moons Confession
In the middle of the night
When the water moves
Slowly over the glass shore
The moon embraces the dark
Sky
Above
With the slightest motion
Comes the confession of the moon
To the ears that listen
But could not hear
The moon sang it’s song
In the midnight clear
Through into the morning
Of history and thievery
Consistency
And heartbreak
The moon sang me to sleep
That night
With the sky and clouds gathered
Opaque
A Cup of Songwriting 