What the River Knows

Depths below

Bellow with the sway

Of the riverside

What the river knows

It will never concede

To know or not

So take what the waters shed

The waters of life

Substance

Take it one moment at a time

With the gentle whispers of the

The river

Where Angels Tread

Upon a light foot

Of feather wind

Born on the evening

And raised in the morning sun

The angles tread

In the words with us

In our spirits

Unseen

Protecting the feeble and

Weary

And powering the peaceful

So take heed today

That we go

Where the angels tread

When the Wind Remembers Your Name

All else has failed

The world is simply

Upside down

Good is bad

Bad is good

All is against all

In a darkness no one

Understood

Would take us back

To a place of proclaimed hate

For those against us

And as the darkness falls all around

In the quiet

In the depths of a plane night

The wind will remember your name

Unfinished Prayers

From the beginning

There is hope

Hope to help

Hope to see the other side

Of a world

Spinning in darkness

As the darkness spreads

The words

Fall off the tree

Dead

To those unfinished prayers

For those who need the words

They echo the walls of life

All around

Mirrored in the Water

Mirrored in the waters

Of a blithe Lake Michigan

The city reflects

Cool and collected

Over the volumous water

Blue and lurking

Over the shores of the lake

Overseeing lakeshore

In the lights of the city

Speckled in orange hue

We see ourselves living a life

Me

And

You

Ice on the Water, Fire in the Streets

In the depths of a cold winter

Off the shores of Lake Michigan

The piers of Chicago

Extend

Into the webs of ice

Blistering through the

Cracking of time

On the streets full of vibrant

Life with fires in the souls

Of everyone who knows

The days and nights

Of Chicago life

Chicago Fog

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

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

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