Down the river
Around the bend
The glistening waters
Run
End to end
As the feathers float
On the top
Brisk and easy
As the Summers breeze
Feels light on the skin
The blithering
Of lasting fall leaves
Deep at the bottom
As the feather floats
Like air above
Can you hear it
In the midst of hate
Yelling loud and undone
When the loudest in the room
Is the undoing of our world
When silence speaks
Is when change happens
For the good
As we take on another
Life
Whispers bent
Between life and death
For the new life
Of you and me
So somehow the
Spending of life
Creates the winds of
Unheard promises
Left behind
When all else fails
Words carry over
The stream of hair blowers
Coffee drifts away
As the clients come and go
In the warmth of the winter
With frozen streets
So gently iced
Yet full of times
In the city in the heartland
The lights of the city
Bear a hope
That the world can see
Where the river flows
Over the lands below
Carried along the banks
Along the land
Above the water the life that lives
In the mind of the lives
Lives
Dreams
Under the sheets of frozen ice
There is a warmth of hope
That glows
As the world ices over
Only the heart can melt
The icy river
Flickering snowfall
On the shores of Lake Michigan
Time and again
The powdered curtain
Of light
Dancing over the skies
As the world hides
It’s scars and cuts
From the industry that churns
In blossom of new metals
But the snow brings hope
To know
That we can all start over
In time
A new
Fathom a word
Or a phrase
Take me where you can
With some notes on
The page
Today
And everyday is
A day
For celebration
Beyond my life
There will be
A Ghost of me
Left behind
With nothing more
To say
But what I might ask
I would arrange
A conversation
To see what regrets weighed
Hardest on the mind
When all was over
To see the future ghost
Is to know
That I am limited to these moments
That I have
On this earth
In the middle of the night
When the water moves
Slowly over the glass shore
The moon embraces the dark
Sky
Above
With the slightest motion
Comes the confession of the moon
To the ears that listen
But could not hear
The moon sang it’s song
In the midnight clear
Through into the morning
Of history and thievery
Consistency
And heartbreak
The moon sang me to sleep
That night
With the sky and clouds gathered
Opaque
Would you leave
If you knew it would be
Your last
Would you hold hope
If there is nothing in the glass
In the time of wander
In the time of destruction
The echoes of unfinished goodbyes
Ring through the streets
To remind us
That life is finite
And complete
So take what you have
And make what you have
The best it can
Be
A Cup of Songwriting 