When the clouds rolled in
And the fog laid claim to the day
The letters that the rain forget to send
And forgot to say
That there is a hope
Only distant as the sun in the rain
That we can change a life
Make a better choice
And be the change we
Wish to see
Underneath the skin
And the blood
There is an echo in my bones
Of memories
And letting go
To the distant hopes
Of what could have been
And what was
Reality
So I take this echo
To hear from time to time
Who I am
And where I came from
Midnight on the lake
Drinks in the moonlight of the night
Right into the day
The lapping shores of Lake Michigan
Take it in again and again
Dune grass blowing
Over the wild
Dunes scape
Take in the moments
And don’t let them
Escape
Take it easy
The gentle heart says
When the hearts in bloom
Breathe in the moments
They will be gone too soon
In a wild life of uncertain demands
Take the love with both hands
Hold on and never let go
From the sky to the moon
These are
The instructions for a heart in bloom
What connects us
The threads that we cannot sea
Weaving the webs
Above our heads
And down through our
Cities
To take the moment of life
And see what binds us together
Is to remove the shades from our minds
To see what is true
Rather than the lies
To tie me up in the threads that unite
And bind us all as one
On a less than busy street
Where the city meets
For coffee and tea
Upon the blocks of history
There is a cafe
Around the corner from
The bodega
Settled in it’s quiet ways
Where the quiet lives
Today
I will drink it in
For my soul
Wants to know
Where the quiet life
Goes
Fearless growth of life
Upon the light of the
Dunes
Filtered grass
Surrounding the path
Where the quiet pines begin
Along the shores of Lake Michigan
To the gentle waters
That lap the shores
So to the moonlight and sun
Be a beacon of light
Among the goodness of life
Time tells the story
I can’t wait to hear
From the heart of the known
Skies
A letter arrives
On the desk of those
Who hear
Clear
From this moment
A memory blossoms
A sweet orange hue
A postcard from time
Will make it’s way through
In the depth of nothing
There is still the proverbial something
Even in the depth of dark
The sound of nothing comes through
For there is always a pulse in the silence of
Night
The heartbeat tells us we are still alive
But in silence there is still feeling
That emerges
When life is present
So know that saying nothing
Can be everything
In time
Upon the day
Of making
Grey to white
Black to sun
Over the barren dirt
Came light
From one
So we revere this light
Upon our summer skin
In the moments of doubt
We must
Let it in
A Cup of Songwriting 