the sweet smell of sunshine
fell down on me
the flowers
petal soft and radiant
the rain passed
electrifying the air
the green lawn blazing
in brilliant comfort

and i lay rotting
six feet down
worm eaten and
maggot hell

who'll cast the spell
and wake me
from the grave
who'll sing a lullaby
to wake the dead
who'll cast their charms
to bring back my life

What do you do
When the fairy tale ends
and you find
you've lost a friend
There is no happily ever after
not...
in the end

Look forward to the year not realized
and see in it the possible
Search back in the year experienced
and find in it the beauty
Look now, at this time
this moment in life
And know that your dreams
though not realized
can still be experienced


I wrote this in my wife's birthday card today

With quiet resignation
he goes about his day
neither a voice to be heard
nor a force to be reckoned with
The sparkle of his children's eyes
add light to the path he's on
A path neither understood
nor direction known
He walks each day
hoping for some signpost
and awaiting the dawn

the flowers fall in red and white
with tears of royal blue
small stone slabs, gleaming white
mark the end
Of giving, of donation, of you
You gave in red
So we might have
All we can dream and hope
under the clear sky so blue

Sing a song to me
By telling me your day
Your voice is like magic
Lifting MY day

I turn right
You call left
I turn left
You call back
I turn back
You ask why'd I do that

I say no
You say don't ask
I say yes
You say why'd you say that

Green is blue
up is sideways
wrong is right
unless it is wrong

I'm so afraid of making you upset
I've turned into a buffoon
You sit, laugh
Shaking your head
thinking what an indecisive clown I am