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
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
To get out of bed
To achieve the day
To set out on sail
Into the headwinds of life
Is a distant hope of
Creating a new path
Better than the old
And fresh with the morning dew
The rising ritual
Sets the sights of one
On the goal of life
Ahead
Over the water
Deep of Lake Michigan
There is a city
That could be anything
But can be nothing
The sun and the clouds
At ends
So the clouds have dispersed
Into the sky
And from that sky
Comes the endless blue
When the sky forgot to end
In my eyes I see
The distant scrapers
Upon the shores
Of Lake Michigan
In the dusk
Of the spring day
When the work of bloom
Is hardly underway
Into the summer
With damp thick winds
There is a place
The world keeps
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
Under the moon at night
Gentle sway
Gentle light
Take me to the place
Serene and peace
To see
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
Was it yesterday
Or the day before
From the walking silence of responsibility
Goes the man
Who delivers no hope
No resolution
To walk out and never look back
How can the live of a human being
Not be so fragile as to crack
In the silent of the evening hours
For this is the blueprint of
A man who never came home
What would happen
From the teeth of time
Biting into memories
Aligned with
Hope or fear
Would I know
If time was coming up
From the rear
Would I be spared or laid bare
In the time I have to imagine
That I have done the most
I can
For if time had teeth
What would be the move
That the clock would ensue
Form me from the clouds
Of smoke
That billow from the wreck
To be born again
Not in perfection
Rather the most imperfect
Comes new life and
Understanding
Reborn from the wreckage
My soul
Jumps at the chance
To try and understand
That we can be born
Again
Everyday
