So comes the fall
Brining in the final act
Of the summers discourse
Holding up it’s course
To take away
The petals that fall in a nowhere town
And on the grass
They lay
Petals Falling in a Nowhere Town
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The Quiet Notes That Teaches Me to Sing
The Quite notes that teach me to sing
To be subtle
In the style of wind
And rain
I take each moment
From which they came
From the sun in the sky
The moon in the night
I can only hear when there is
Not a sound in sight
From the height of the mountain
To the depth of the ocean
With all of my might
I will bring
And learn from the quiet notes
How to sing
An Orchard in the Dark
Upon the evening hour
There is a certain darkness
That sheds over the ripe orchard life
In the darkness the new
Ones
Move in
To take over the evening rush
An orchard in the dark
Is more to the moon than
The sun
The full moonlight
Upon the hours that make the
Evening new
Letters the Rain Forgot to Send
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
The Echo Beneath My Bones
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 Drinks the Moonlight
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
Where the Quiet Lives
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
The Rising Ritual
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
The Sky Forgot to End
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
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
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
A Cup of Songwriting 