Winging

smoke, it wreathed the february air
the scent, burning cedar caught my notice.
A fickle finch passes, brushing my hair
calling, it chirps, a love done, missing sweet bliss.
a full moment takes from me a breath of despair
I had felt an angels holy kiss;
all of this under a roar-
a waterfall, figuratively became a door.

Escape

The lone man
the burning heart
the broken one
the moonlight, pale on the riverbed
of misery.
Memories in shambles
ribbons cut to the quick
the dew thick on the field
of mystery.
The lone man
the bleeding heart
the yearning one
the drum beat through two places.
Passions moment in the past.
The Shoes to large for him to fill
The Wind bitter from the mountain of wisdom.
A stringed interlude, a sigh deep within
and crescendo stikes the wind ,
filling the place in between with solace.

prescence

Somwhere out there
I know you're there
A shadow in the corner of my eye
Hiding among the fallen trees
laying among roots and soil
I know you're there
Between laughter of table talk
and admist the swollen tenderness of pillow talk
somewhere out there.

slow fade...

Be there, lets both hold hands
as that shadow stretches across this land
and the winter doves, yes even they,
fly to hoped for safety, elsewhere

Do not hold to this land
Do not to these things
thats only sand


But I'll hold you,
You'll hold me.

Shhh, now comes the night
rest in my arms we'll calmly wait together

as I hold you and you hold me.