For the darkness grows in weakness
In the lack of light and air
The wickedness grows like roots
In a tale twisted in fate
The fire of truth being extinguished
But not fearing
For the light will return
And the truth will win
On a day that no one
Expects
What is that in the distance
Cool but even
In a world destroyed in the aftermath of
Desperation and manipulation
The tables of time have turned
Upon their heads
The salve of the hour
Has arrived
As the searing truth
Has yielded to the seeing
A blinding light
And to those who are aware
And look away
They shall rejoice
In the light of day
That has come from the truth
For only the truth
Can set us free
The blinding light of searing truth
Turn the righteous away blind
Those meek souls who are protected
Rejoice in the truth
For the light has set them free
In the light of the season
Orange in it’s hues
To the nights
And the chills
Evening through
Take the breathe of light
Into the depth of the lungs of past summers
To take in the night
Crisp as all
So here are words homaged
To the days of fall
In a season of change
When nothing will remain the same
Under the sun of orange glow
Where the leaves fall and go
Into the night and into the land
From the woods and into the
Winds of time
From these winds blow to the place
Where the leaves go silent
And not even a trace
Of summer will last
The maple from the seasons harvest
In the crisp autumn sets
The fire of the evening burning
One last flame
As the fall set’s in
October at the fence line
While the moon sets the leaves
As the cold and warm intertwine
To bring the season of pumpkin
Again and again
Upon the horizon
I lean my life
To know the presence
Of what can turn
In a moment
From the one
To the many
When the horizon set in it’s way
Unleashes the sun
For the last light of the day
When the horizon learns to breathe
We learn to live with it
To go through the moments
And let go
Of what is holding us back
Right under the curl
Is the peaceful zest of the ocean
Lulling me into the full
Relaxation of water and furl
I hold my breathe deep
With a golden twirl
The silence beneath the waves
Is what keeps me going on
Under the shade of the cedar tree
Growing grass light
In the summertime
As the sun gets caught in the leaves
That cast the shadow
Where I sit
Feeling the heat of the day
But the cool of the trees protection
From the world at large
My mind rests
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
Can words press on the weight
Of time and place
So hold the timbre of holding
The whisper in the ears of
Wildness
How we can learn from each other
In the full summer bloom
Late into the fall
The weight of a whisper
Can have a toll
On us all
Beyond the sound
When all volume is turned down
The angels in the silence
Have mercy on those
Whose ears await the calling day
For the moments of tender
Sweet
And true love
Are upon us from above
So take heed to these angels
And give us the way
Forward
A Cup of Songwriting 