Upon a time in life
Comes great grief
Loss of a friend
A father and
A great man
Today I respect the life
That was lived
Tough and tough hard
But to know the tender heart
Of the ones we love
As we see them
Into the next world
A little hope
Flies in the wind
Like a delicate feather
Upon the light of time
Bringing in the hopes of today
With the feelings of flying
To take on the moment is to
Agree to say
I have hope in my soul
Everyday
On the edge of the freshest waters on earth
As vast as an ocean
On a gleaming bright day
Where the horizon fades softly into the sky
There is a city that rests
In unrest
On the shores of Lake Michigan
From the skyscrapers
Scraping away at the restless clouds
To the streets full of the city bustle
And burst
To take in the moments
From one to the next
Is the city of Chicago
From just beyond the rustbelt
Take in the moments
Every one intact
The open sea
To me
Is the beginning of the rest
The soul needs
To see again
What has always been clear
To know that in death
Loved ones are still near
Holding
To the love we have
Like a sail clings to its mast
As the winds pull it fast
So I cling to the memories of yesterday
For my father would say
If you know not where you go
Anywhere can take you there
So today I seek the high sees
Free from humanity
On the waves of the ocean clean
Take me to where the souls live
Swing away
From the precision to the less precise
To take a game
So subtle
And elusive
To be that of life
In the clubs
That lay on the ground
To see the way one stroke at a time
To make a game of life
And life of a game
Golf yields the highest of returns
To learn
The lessons on life
Take flight in the sky
In the afternoon of light
Balloons up
And away
Today
The flowers will bloom
The sun will shine
And hope will return
In the light of the day
Upon the flight
That takes me to the sun
Above
In the bloom of day
With the flowers glorious upon the light
Reflecting hope
And scented gifts
Into a world dark with anger
And resentment
The flowers grow lush
Upon the spring moon
Leaning into the nights and
Waking up soon
To close in the evening for protection from
The wild
The bloom of the day
Is for beauty full and mild
Upon the dust and dirt
In between the rocks and underneath the light
Lives the lizards of the desert
Waiting midst the brush for
Cover and
Food
With the quail unhinged and wild
Running back and forth
The sun hits the noon high
Upon the sky
To keep the eyes of the lizard fixed
And running when danger nears
The last sign post hangs
Quietly as the man
Weathered and draped in shadows
Passes through
Breathing softly but intentional
Take the wind as it comes
The road as it turns
We all take roads
Turning and wild
From the place
That we call
Our home
A milestone of life
Four decades in
With a few loses
And many wins
The time rolls like the train
On the track
Bound for the summer sun
Of the western shores
To take in the moments
Is to take in the world that is
I have made it here and I
Celebrate
To be here
Again
A Cup of Songwriting 