Don’t wreck the morning
Twill slip away with no warning
Late nights give way to undone time
Lines of sunlight pass through the cracks
Until the high of noon will come to pass
I collaborate with ideas
Giving up has no relation
Manifestation of lazy eyes
Rest and wake
In the morning
Summer wanes
Like an early bird song in the morning
Warming and warning
We heed like leaves awaiting the fall
For changes that will come
Our lives will adjust with seasons
Waxing and waning
All the time anticipating the future
Holding dear to the past and present
We are old enough now
To realize if you look too much ahead
You will be left with future regret
Holding hands
Kissing lips
We await this changes with fires now dim lit
Summers waning pace has tapered off with the months
Cooling heads and sending us off
How I hold the present tight
But know that just letting go
Will be alright
Transience the commonplace
It is the norm
In Brooklyn streets
Where people swarm
On Saturday night
Sunday evenings
We take part in these traditions
Going
Flowing
Rolling
As we make our way from place to place
Make our way out of Brooklyn
The next day
We will be back in Autumn soon
Under the NYC moon
Transient nights
Transient days
Transient travelers fill up
Fall out
And fill up again
We find ourselves amidst the flow
Going where the concrete goes
Back and forth
In between
We will miss the NYC scene
I am happy to report
There are birds
In the trees of Brooklyn
Out the windows
Chirping at 6 AM
Heard through cracks
Walls and siding
Singing songs
All morning long
Happy little fellows
Outside the window
Just east of Manhattan
In the morning sun
In Brooklyn
I never did it for money
I never did it for fame
I built my house on a rock
At least that’s my claim
In people I invested
All of my blood sweat and tears
Despite many fears
We have grown
For anyone else out there
Afraid to give to others
What is theirs
Yet
Live and love
Was never ours to give
Freely gained
Freely lived
So throw out love recklessly
With no abandoned
Just hoping it finds a soul
To land on
In our darkest hour
We must remember
We are never alone
In the end we will find
Along this sometimes lonely walk
That if we have friends
We build life on a rock
The skyline hails the sun
In a stretch upwards
Calling the blue from the moon
Orange flecks gold over the estuary arm
Setting for the even
The empire reaches high and mighty
As the east river ferry barrels through
The wind stricken water
The brooklyn bridge reaches Manhattan
Strong and grounded
As planes launch from the ground
One world trade as new as a baby in the sky
Brooklyn in the back
Heralding the spring night
The rocks
Tucked with miss on the Brooklyn beach
On a Friday night
In New York City
A Cup of Songwriting 