I started out small
As small as a germ
In a glass
Half full
But half empty
I made my way from cup to air
From death to life
Only to find that the world
Will hold you back
If it knows where you come from
So continue to grow
In a world new
Depths below
Bellow with the sway
Of the riverside
What the river knows
It will never concede
To know or not
So take what the waters shed
The waters of life
Substance
Take it one moment at a time
With the gentle whispers of the
The river
From the beginning
There is hope
Hope to help
Hope to see the other side
Of a world
Spinning in darkness
As the darkness spreads
The words
Fall off the tree
Dead
To those unfinished prayers
For those who need the words
They echo the walls of life
All around
Mirrored in the waters
Of a blithe Lake Michigan
The city reflects
Cool and collected
Over the volumous water
Blue and lurking
Over the shores of the lake
Overseeing lakeshore
In the lights of the city
Speckled in orange hue
We see ourselves living a life
Me
And
You
In the depths of a cold winter
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
The piers of Chicago
Extend
Into the webs of ice
Blistering through the
Cracking of time
On the streets full of vibrant
Life with fires in the souls
Of everyone who knows
The days and nights
Of Chicago life
The sunlight plains
Play over the strained pull of
The wind
In the fields of Nebraska
When the storm falls over
The clouds and down
To the damp ground
Under the tree hides the birds
Of day
Awaiting the storms of life
To
Go away
Beyond the cat tails
And deep in the forest
Thought the tees
And over the marsh
Where the wind flows
Gentle and cool
There is a place
So remote
That the wildflowers
Whisper
Quietly about the coming rains
The expectations of change
The hopes of summer and
The end of fall
I live here in my own spirit
To take the flowers words
In the hearts
Of the ones
Who take the time to
To hear it
Down the river
Around the bend
The glistening waters
Run
End to end
As the feathers float
On the top
Brisk and easy
As the Summers breeze
Feels light on the skin
The blithering
Of lasting fall leaves
Deep at the bottom
As the feather floats
Like air above
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
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 Cup of Songwriting 