What connects us
The threads that we cannot sea
Weaving the webs
Above our heads
And down through our
Cities
To take the moment of life
And see what binds us together
Is to remove the shades from our minds
To see what is true
Rather than the lies
To tie me up in the threads that unite
And bind us all as one
On a less than busy street
Where the city meets
For coffee and tea
Upon the blocks of history
There is a cafe
Around the corner from
The bodega
Settled in it’s quiet ways
Where the quiet lives
Today
I will drink it in
For my soul
Wants to know
Where the quiet life
Goes
Fearless growth of life
Upon the light of the
Dunes
Filtered grass
Surrounding the path
Where the quiet pines begin
Along the shores of Lake Michigan
To the gentle waters
That lap the shores
So to the moonlight and sun
Be a beacon of light
Among the goodness of life
Time tells the story
I can’t wait to hear
From the heart of the known
Skies
A letter arrives
On the desk of those
Who hear
Clear
From this moment
A memory blossoms
A sweet orange hue
A postcard from time
Will make it’s way through
The tea of goodbye
From the morning sky
To the evening upon us
As the departure
Depends on what is to come
So shape the goodbye in the tea leaves
Brewing in the evening light
Hold on to the sweet
And to the bad
Say goodbye
When the calling of the moon
Goes unheard
The voicemail left
Has the longing of night
With the hope of light
In the pale moonlight
Ways of
Weaving the connection
To what is to come
Sweet moon upon my eyes
The voicemail I can’t deny
To call back in the morning light
To call back
Before the next night
In the depth of nothing
There is still the proverbial something
Even in the depth of dark
The sound of nothing comes through
For there is always a pulse in the silence of
Night
The heartbeat tells us we are still alive
But in silence there is still feeling
That emerges
When life is present
So know that saying nothing
Can be everything
In time
Upon the day
Of making
Grey to white
Black to sun
Over the barren dirt
Came light
From one
So we revere this light
Upon our summer skin
In the moments of doubt
We must
Let it in
A Cup of Songwriting 