Upon a light foot
Of feather wind
Born on the evening
And raised in the morning sun
The angles tread
In the words with us
In our spirits
Unseen
Protecting the feeble and
Weary
And powering the peaceful
So take heed today
That we go
Where the angels tread
All else has failed
The world is simply
Upside down
Good is bad
Bad is good
All is against all
In a darkness no one
Understood
Would take us back
To a place of proclaimed hate
For those against us
And as the darkness falls all around
In the quiet
In the depths of a plane night
The wind will remember your name
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
A dense word of sorts
From the tops of the lights
On the buildings shoes
Only seen in the heavy
Dew
That drapes the water
Lapping the shores
Of Lake Michigan
And down the Wabash
And around to Lake Shore
The call of the Ferris Wheel
And the laughter of the people
Walking side by side
Riding in cars as they
Go by
The fog of Chicago makes a big
City small
With only what you can see
And that is all
The lament of the prairie wind
As the world spins on
Reckless with disregard
As the grass
Flows
Back and forth
The sun hits just one tree
Standing in the distance
As the time of
The world we know
Goes by
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
Lanterns burn in the fog
Over a street of stone
Heavy fog
Over the eyes
Crisp clicking
Horses
Play the notes
Of a full scene
Emboldened
In the spirit of
Spring
In the London
Streets
In the evening hours
The lanterns
Burn on
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
A Cup of Songwriting 