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
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
A Cup of Songwriting 