A single digit day in store
The ice clad water
Laps against the shore
Of Lake Michigan
On the southern front
Where industry meets
Earth
The cold blows over my skin
Again
And reminds me of my youth
When it wasn’t to hard
To live through the bitter
Cold
Thankful
For the words
That can come
From a moment
Of time
Thankful for the night
And the day
That surrounds our
Lives
Thankful to be
Allowed to say
Thanks
Today
Would the noise
That creates the hopes
Of one person
Have been thinkable
Without being said
In the open air
I wonder
What the course of
Actions will be
For my own future
Of the thinkable moments
That lie ahead
What is renewal
To start again
From original sin
To the depths of the moment
We find ourselves in
So heed the time
And take time
To renew
The mind
A blank ship
Hits the White Sea
From the moment
It launched
It was plain to see
That nothing was right
About the moment
Of go
Who knows
Where the ship rolls
Into the high seas
On a day set
From the start
Of eternity
It’s not the quick
Type of thing
When the words
Spring
From the heart of
One who makes
The decision to go
When others hold
Hope
But a delay can create
An opportunity
To see the future
Or take a break
Out over the vast
Fresh ocean
Of waves and sand
A grip of thunder
Roars out
Over the land
With a lightning
Quick and commanding
Another thunder
From the beach
And sand
A secret trouble
Holds down my heart
In ways
I never knew
What to do
When the whole of opportunity
Is now a faded blue
I hold back the anger
And now face to face
With the danger
Of a trouble
Held
Deep
Within
Another go
Is the way it went
Over the evening
Spent alone
That night
So tonight I
Try again
See a future
Of hope
Another try
Can take place
At midnight
Of my full disgrace
So I hold
A hope
That more will
Come from
Where this all will
Go
A Cup of Songwriting 