One minute
Or two
Scroll to the bottom
Swipe through
To the left and the right
Again and again
The words frozen like
A lake in my mind
Slowly becoming motionless
In time
For my fingers are the logs
Filling the river
With the power of
Progress blocked
With this one thought
I am not doing fine
It’s the art of losing time
Crisp
Clicks
Cracks and snap
Of the footsteps left
Behind
In the history
Of time
Echoed into space
Along the way
And captured in the faintest of
Sounds
But drown
In a world obsessed with motions
So we hold on
To those we love
Before our footsteps too
Will be forgotten
In the northern states
There is a river
That runs to the east
And the west
Bending every last drop
To the crest of the edge
To the bottom below
Working its way through
High and low
Country
So yearns the river
For the ocean
That it can flow
In any direction
So as the heart
Yearns for love
We learn from the world
We live in
On a Sunday night
After dinner
But before the week ahead
Will blossom like a wild rose
But first
To start the week fresh as a
Linen thread
With all hope
Goes
Like a water
Through a hole
In the bottom
Of the bowl
The stalemate
Of wasted
To start over is the begin
Again
So air out the troubles
Hold the feeling and be whipped out
Defenestration
Into the thick
Winters
Night
You can feel your fingers release
The cold damp history
With dew on the glass
As you open it fast
And out with the old
And in with
The new
No more
No less
The perfect amount
None the less
To be held with esteem
When one knows when to bow
And when to scheme
The lagom of the day
Is knowing when to rise up
And when to fade away
From the lake
Across the street
At 7 AM
The susurrus of water
Lapping the shores
Across from Chicago
Where the Indiana lines stretch
Way into the fresh water oceans
Over the dunes
And through the gentle thicket
I hear the water
Reassuring me
Another day is at hand
The light of the day
Or the day of the morning
When the lazy lines
Hit me
In a subtle but unique way
To say
My limerence
Had commenced
On one wry smile
And I could feel the clouds
Fade away from the
Sky
Today is the day
That the light
Takes up a new meaning
To be the full
Version
Of light
That can help
Bring
Us to the hope
Of another year
So I hold on to the thought
Of what is to come
On this day
And those that follow
The day
Sets easy with
Heavy fog
On the lake
Freshwater damp
Air rings out
In the pale light
As the moments roll by
So to hear the carols
Ringing in the distance
As we bless the world
Around
Us
When the world
Hits the drop
On point
In the moment
Of distress
To hold up the moments
That hold us down
Making up the words
That we so long to hear
To be here today
And gone tomorrow
A Cup of Songwriting 