The color of the fall
Is set upon us
As we await the
Bringing of new season
To our eyes
Skin
Ears
So set up the orange pumpkin
In it’s seasonal place
Upon the entrance
Where the friends
And neighbors can see
The sign of the season
Ahead of me
For all of the feelings
That are boxed
In the crate of life’s
Hopes
Dreams
Unseen
These things
Fade with time and
Tenor
So hold hope that a
New life
Can be started
With a eyes on a new future
Object to the days rule
The judge high off in distant
Gown
Draped over the isle
Where I sit
Pretending to listen
To care
When I know that
The judge there is a facade
Of what we are supposed to feel
But I keep quiet
Keep my peace
For another day
A tearful return
Through hope and sadness
Blend unimagined
To see through
The blurriness of tears
Fallen
One after the other
So take time today
To cherish those you love
And say
I love you
The medieval kind
Of living
Well overdone
Thinking
To see what a
World
Has to hold
Through the generations
What can I learn
From the mistakes of the past
To hold up the real future
To see what we are
Capable of
What memories are tied
To the small
Color stick
Created in
And created for
Creation of the mind
To take one color
At a time
To believe in a world
Full of the colorful light
I see the crayon
The way I had seen it
Before
In my youth
Through eyes
That have grown sore
A southern twist
To the week
When we are in the open
Holding hands with the future
Of our own trials
And tribulations
So a southern move
Is in store
For the world
And for my now
Sights
back against the wall
to tall
to see the ground
where my feet slide
further from the line
so I myself slip
in hope and in time
so hold me up legs
when the world
is not on my side
The title was nothing more
Than a word
Meaningless in form and
Shape
So today I set out to
To learn a new title
For myself
One that I yet don’t seem to
Understand
In that darkness
I am fine
To learn
What my title will
Be
In fact
Nothing
Changed
The same coffee and tea
The same rituals of the day
But somehow
The world
Creates a world within it
That changes
Everything
That much
I know
A Cup of Songwriting 