Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Another take
Staying awake
My mind roams
When it gets to late
So in a hurry
I push the buttons
Most the tiem
I don’t even know
What’s coming
Left on Hillcrest
Off on Dunes Highway
Over the tracks
On
The near side
There is a place
Where my family resides
Off the beach
With no sand
That is where my family land
So bored
The routine
Grabs me
Sits me down
Holds me in attention
For now
I focus
On the path forward
Into the future
My own
Eyes
Have seen
Opportunity
Have seen struggle
Tough times
Amidst the good
A mixed bag
Not always what I wanted
But what it should
Be
Eternity edges
On scaffolding ledges
Of high rises
Lifted and forgotten
Rolled up sleeves
And highly uncommon
Shadow roll
Over the edges
Of crisp white walls
Windows ajar
With the sound of rumbling
Cars
Lame lights burn
Incandescent glow
On the face of a man
In a restraint
Alone
Around him the burning glow
Of a personal computers
Impersonal glare
With not one care
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen