Lanterns burn in the fog
Over a street of stone
Heavy fog
Over the eyes
Crisp clicking
Horses
Play the notes
Of a full scene
Emboldened
In the spirit of
Spring
In the London
Streets
In the evening hours
The lanterns
Burn on
Beyond the cat tails
And deep in the forest
Thought the tees
And over the marsh
Where the wind flows
Gentle and cool
There is a place
So remote
That the wildflowers
Whisper
Quietly about the coming rains
The expectations of change
The hopes of summer and
The end of fall
I live here in my own spirit
To take the flowers words
In the hearts
Of the ones
Who take the time to
To hear it
Down the river
Around the bend
The glistening waters
Run
End to end
As the feathers float
On the top
Brisk and easy
As the Summers breeze
Feels light on the skin
The blithering
Of lasting fall leaves
Deep at the bottom
As the feather floats
Like air above
Can you hear it
In the midst of hate
Yelling loud and undone
When the loudest in the room
Is the undoing of our world
When silence speaks
Is when change happens
For the good
As we take on another
Life
Whispers bent
Between life and death
For the new life
Of you and me
So somehow the
Spending of life
Creates the winds of
Unheard promises
Left behind
When all else fails
Words carry over
The stream of hair blowers
Coffee drifts away
As the clients come and go
In the warmth of the winter
With frozen streets
So gently iced
Yet full of times
In the city in the heartland
The lights of the city
Bear a hope
That the world can see
Where the river flows
Over the lands below
Carried along the banks
Along the land
Above the water the life that lives
In the mind of the lives
Lives
Dreams
Under the sheets of frozen ice
There is a warmth of hope
That glows
As the world ices over
Only the heart can melt
The icy river
Flickering snowfall
On the shores of Lake Michigan
Time and again
The powdered curtain
Of light
Dancing over the skies
As the world hides
It’s scars and cuts
From the industry that churns
In blossom of new metals
But the snow brings hope
To know
That we can all start over
In time
A new
Fathom a word
Or a phrase
Take me where you can
With some notes on
The page
Today
And everyday is
A day
For celebration
Beyond my life
There will be
A Ghost of me
Left behind
With nothing more
To say
But what I might ask
I would arrange
A conversation
To see what regrets weighed
Hardest on the mind
When all was over
To see the future ghost
Is to know
That I am limited to these moments
That I have
On this earth
A Cup of Songwriting 