Monday, June 29, 2015

Shadow of Death

Time has rendered the moon's rings soft 
The clock is ticking in heaven's loft
Below, the cool lit wintry scape
Crouches with its mouth agape.

The mountains stark against the sky
Obscure the depths from traveler's eye.
The valleys covered o'er with mist
The moonbeams fail their earth - bound tryst

Stars are hidden; their pulsing heat
Lends no aid to wandering feet.
Cold increasing- no warmth is left.
Courage ceasing- of hope bereft.

The forest cowers under moaning wind
Deceitful strains to peace rescind.
Vilest valley, shade of death
Stealing faith and stilling breath.

Friday, June 19, 2015

I’ve Been Thinking Lately


I’m pretty sure that all I can do
Is make an effort to pray for you
I can’t make you feel loved
I can’t make you try
I just hope you don’t hurt
‘Cause I would know why.

I’m lonely whenever
I think about you
I thought I knew you

And maybe I did
But maybe you’ve changed
Or maybe you hid.

I try to redeem you
With good memories
They come slowly and few
Some are lowly and dark
But I understand
That they’ve hit their mark.

My pride for this life
Has slowly died in our strife
Invincibility of childhood
Has failed my heart
I remember enough
To go back to the start

The pain that I live with
The hurt that endures
May only grow stronger
May fade with the years
I just hope you know

Love runs with my tears.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Monument


I don’t want a square one that will sink into cold ground
I do not want a tower above a sinking mound
I don’t want a palace or a choir singing ‘round
I want to be the ocean, I hear the peaceful sound.

I don’t particularly care for all the black that people wear
I guess it’s ‘cause I know that I’m going somewhere fair.
Don’t put me in a grave where the rain will wet my hair
Just set my heart aflame, with love, and lift me to the air.

Instead of carrying me slowly down into a black earth hole,
Instead of making me a monument to show my lowly role,
Make my monument the sky and my resting place the sea

Make your tears a celebration; your words my memory.