Depths below
Bellow with the sway
Of the riverside
What the river knows
It will never concede
To know or not
So take what the waters shed
The waters of life
Substance
Take it one moment at a time
With the gentle whispers of the
The river
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
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
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
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
Beyond the clouds
The moon and stars
Are placed
Beyond touch
But always touching
Moving burning blossoming
In the hours of evening and night
But when the stars weep
The trails of light
Into a thick evening night
We feel our hearts
Connected in some way
To the stars above
Us everyday
Beyond the sunset
And before the sunset
In the depths of night
And in the rotund burst of mourning
There is a small place
Where souls
Go to rest
Beyond the mountains
And over the sea
Through the waves and beneath
The sand
Holding the light of day
And each others hand
One minute
Or two
Scroll to the bottom
Swipe through
To the left and the right
Again and again
The words frozen like
A lake in my mind
Slowly becoming motionless
In time
For my fingers are the logs
Filling the river
With the power of
Progress blocked
With this one thought
I am not doing fine
It’s the art of losing time
A Cup of Songwriting 