The day

Sets easy with

Heavy fog

On the lake

Freshwater damp

Air rings out

In the pale light

As the moments roll by

So to hear the carols

Ringing in the distance

As we bless the world

Around

Us

When the world

Hits the drop

On point

In the moment

Of distress

To hold up the moments

That hold us down

Making up the words

That we so long to hear

To be here today

And gone tomorrow

There was once a man

Who could only believe

What he heard

He had no ability to think

He could only act

On the words in his ear

This fickle man

Had no spine or hope

To be a powerful foe

To the darkness

Of the days ahead

The thick leather bound

Wallet

That was stolen

By the criminals in Paris

Withered desperate souls

Sits next to my hand

Upon arrival back

Somehow

I have pity for those silly fools

Who steal for a living

They have no meaning on this planet

They just take

And justify their deeds with needs

Of silliness

Rather have no heart

For these silly fools

The wallet tells the story

Everyday I see it

The sky

Above us

And the ground below

Beyond the clouds

Where the airplanes

Go

The blue

Is perpetual

As the sun comes in

Day after day

Taking every moment

To say

I see the blue

Beyond the vail

Of the clouds that scatter

The light

From the ground

The plush North Carolina summer

Field the breeze

Over my sweaty face

The rise of the humid air

As the day begins to ease

Into the evening hours

In the waining sun

Over the beautiful

North Carolina

Run