Willow Way

There is no sunshine on the green

no teardrops in one's eyes

the magic is down Willow Way

bringing certainty to surprise.

In the rainfall is a weeping

makes the road seem thick with pain

on Willow Way the magic stays

and avoids momentum's gain.

There is no surprise in waking eyes

that believe the world is magic

there is only fear in shaded tears

that rain from those woke sadly.

If I could see as far as free

I'd look behind and wonder

and when I awoke, before I spoke

I'd try to stop the plunder.

But, it may not be that I am free

I too take breath in sorrow

and since that's so, I need to go

down Willow Way tomorrow.

But first I cringe, I seek revenge

for losing all that wasn't

some spoke the words that were not heard

our hearing really doesn't.

No one knows what will unfold

it's not ours to help determine

but thought of bad may not be sad

if we listen to the sermon.

Willow Way keeps words at bay

the time to hear is past

and as we walk upon its path

we make changes that will last.

We are free to see each tree

and feel it's magic speaking

down Willow Way forget to pray

the lessons in the dreaming.

Rainbow Therapeutic

When I was a small child

my nightly prayers began

"now I lay me down to sleep..."

then sleeping was the plan.

So as I lay me down to sleep

and stay awake the whole night long

I worried that once I was off

I'd would leave for way to long.

my sibling would lay near me

and bang his head against the wall

that is until he went to sleep

with broken crown and all.

I continue acting therapeutic

to keep fighting off the blues

because it means I'm living life

I guess therapy pays my dues.

there is no use in feeling badly

or waking up the past

instead of letting things lie low

that just tends to give them gas.

My memories they come and go

there is happiness and bad

if I'm not so very grateful

remembering is sad.

I think all of us feel like this

with ups and downs along the way

I'm sure I'm not the only one

to learn throughout the day.

As I said much earlier

I pay dues along that way

because as long as I have cash

my life won't start to fray.

For living through my therapy

assures I get to play

so I keep saving for my life

using credit all the way.

I've noticed rainbows over head at night

often two or three

I've heard you can get very rich

if you catch one near a tree.

Or is at the bottom

where others can roam free?

Either way you find it

guess what will be will be.

So I will wake up some night

just before I go to sleep

and start my search to find it

the treasure at colors feet.

And if I get my trusty little friend

who guards the treasure well

to give up just a little

without putting me through hell

then who knows I may be able

to pay my dues forever

yes therapy may finally end

once I have found the treasure.

But more likely what will be is that

my search under the tree

will just make me color blind

and unable to get free.

So I will keep on dreaming

hearing heads that hit the wall

and as I lay me down to sleep

I am grateful for it all.

Summer Day's

Summer breeze blowing, sunshine glowing
making the most of a beautiful day.
Watching birds fly, telling fish lies
life feels good, there's so much more to say.

Dogs bark over the song of the meadow lark,

tree's leaves rustle in the breeze.

Shade happens, cool drinks, bare feet,

swimming in the lake, and nappin,

so many different ways to play.

Picnic with a horse ride, and bikes wheeling to the far side
think I found the perfect place to stay.

Ice in the fridge, squirt guns behind the ridge
first kisses just as night takes day away.

So many stars in the sky, tired babe's that won't cry
and moonbeams keeping bright along the way.
Walks in the woods, ghost stories by the fire
singing songs that bring an end to your crazy day.

Musty tents laid out, dream's of tomorrow's trout,
sleeping bags spread out on top of hay.

Ice cream late at night, dreams without the fright,
hoping for just one more fun day.

Waking up with smiles, no city sounds for miles,
sun sitting atop the water, start the play!
So starts another day
wish summer was here to stay
anyway I can dream of things today.


 

A Single Thing

A single word can change a lifetime

A single touch can make a smile

If your looking for a respite

a single hug can last awhile.

The cool night air can leave you breathless

The bright, blue moon can close your eyes

And when you rest upon the ocean

a single wave can reach the sky.

A loving kiss can leave you craving

change your world and all you see.

A single tree can lift your spirits

The blowing wind can make you free.

In all of time your life is only

the single thing seen through your eyes

no other being can live your lifetime

no single lifetime always thrives.

A single tear drop can bring rainfall

A single thorn prick can draw blood

but if you stop to smell the roses

a scent euphoric just may flood.

Fruit on the vine can make you thirsty

for the juices that it holds.

The warmth of sunshine in the springtime

can tend to make you very bold.

In the presence of the animals

you come to realize we're not alone

all earths creatures walk with pride

in a constant search of home.

So as you wander on life's journey

remember how your sojourn feels

and try to celebrate small wonders

that cross your path and that are real.

For being real or make believe

can often feel the same

but living life as fantasy

may bring your soul to shame.

Darkness Earth

Somewhere in the darkness

where lighting strikes it's way

worn out people crying helpless

as the frightened wait for day.

Walking wounded stare off coldly

the priestess learns to pray

laughing stops at the door step

while others wait to stay.

No one knows the likelihood

of eating soup for one

but it is fairly certain that

the cooking's almost done.

Writing letters, reading books

both have had their time

and as we look upon the moon

we are still waiting for the chime.

No one sees the brilliance

of lonely men softly speaking

with warnings of a change that comes

to the air you breath that's reeking.

You may be free to question

all the changes that occur

but questions make no difference

it won't matter if you concur.

Time is not on our side

we are temporary guests

and when you see the damage done

it's non-compliance at its best.

So side-step all the lightning

ignore those that are needy

believe you can see in the dark

and breath the air most freely.

Then the time will come for you

to live a different life

one in which your time has come

to learn of horrid strife.

And when you're in the darkness

praying for the day

remember what the priestess learned

it's your time to truly pay.

For darkness must become your friend

must calm you as you wake

for it is all that's left to come

in earth's destructive wake.

 

Deception

Deception spends

what is not earned

it pays for lies

with others turn.

It acts as light

but slowly darkens

And wishes all

a greater fall.

Deception laughs

when not amused

creates confusion

then offers clues.

It brings on promise

but leaves with fact

and seldom gives

time to react.

Deception wanders

it looks for living

instead of work

it waits for giving.

But when it's finished

and lies are open

deception covers

with words soft spoken.

Where there is life

it melts away

Where there is faith

It looks to pray.

Deception plots

it knows the trail

It often preys

on those to frail.

It acts as blind

but sees what need be

it points the way

then speeds loss meekly.

Deception cries

to get it's way

and leaves tears freely

in hope they sway.

It's emotion

is clear to see

unless you look

more closely.

Deception speaks

with lips wide shut

it's lies come quietly

with strident strut.

It's eyes are open

with no one there

for it looks inward

to see who cares.

It's arms reach out

to show it's fair

while it leaves

all in despair.

Noise

When silence is noise

it gives living a voice.

If you get lost in your head

you know your not dead.

When noise interferes

and your head isn't here

then living's unclear

and your dying with fear.

If noise sings a song

you could be living for long

there could be love, could be strong.

When noise is a young one

alarm over unknown

can take your serenity

can make you come undone.

When noise from a box

goes along with your head

but keeps you from bed

you will wake and feel like a lead

head.

To much noise causes loss

may not hear your name tossed.

Is yourself to blame?

Or does your world

need to be tamed?

When noise is a scream

could be someone mean

could be you having a dream

do you know what it means?

When noise is a moan

and your alone with your lust

are you living with trust?

May not even be home

are you satisfied

to the bone?

If noise is too much

change can come with a fuss

but life isn't a bust

it's just tasty pie

crust.

If noise, or not, gives you meaning

it can clarify dreaming

just avoid all the screaming

then you may get it

life's meaning.

Trying to enjoy all the rattle

and chatter and babble?

then the silence for sure

will cause your brain to unravel.