seasons of the heart

So tied to these tasks, that I must ask
memory to recall the brilliance of summer moon
and August night;  so faraway now
the smell of sweet summer vines is on my lips
but no longer hidden sugar under my tongue

The end of the string has not been seen.
It is a journey of faith that travels the lines
of a small page; flat and depth-less like
the green leaf, that holds within itself
a more beautiful set of skin and bones.

Seen as the common sense of day that yet hides
the boundless beauty of each moment
that breath can create a whisper, and
the wants of a lifetime come fulfilled
by the substance of the shadow.
Into the broken silence from a creaking floor
or whoosh of a closing door, when thoughts leap
from anticipation to delight.

It is the silent miracle of a river's flow
 that it has learned to resemble
the slow  seasons of the heart,  found
as your eyes capture the arc of my hopes
among the fall of  summer stars.





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Inspired by: Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’ - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Something beautiful... (Lyrics)

didn't write this song for you
even though I wanted to
say something beautiful, for you

I didn't sit and carefully
assign words to melody
even though it seems... to... be

just the way winds rise and warm
the night sky into a quiet storm 
the way the darkened clouds
makes me see a  unicorn
and the way a sparrow song
opens my eyes at dawn
all saying something beautiful for you

Here is where
the notes all change
i find a key to fit my range
but it doesn't matter
it always  ends the same ...

I give my next breath
forget what sounds best
and let my heart do the rest


to say something beautiful...for you
just  something beautiful...for you

for Carol...

There is an ache in the spirit,
such an emptiness, that it cries out.
we are caught in a hollow time 
in stillness and echoes of heartbeats.

When we only have words,
we must let them be words of life;
words that start the healing
and keep the embers, care made so tender.

When love is all we have,
then let it be the gathered treasure of a life,
that adorns each moment
with a golden memory.




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For my friend Carol, who has enriched my life with the power of her words
and strength of her wisdom-- at a time which tests all that we know.  There are
moments when the earth beneath our feet quakes and then dissolves away, and
we are left  with faith that makes wings...hdm